Scars

I look at my arm and i see all the scars that i have left there..........
I look at them and remember all the pain,...all the looks and words.......
each 1 u said piercing me like little daggers then i took the knife and slide it across my wrist escaping all the pain.....
now it sit here with the blade looking at all the scars thinking it wouldn't hurt 2 make 1 more.......