My scars

The scars on my arms are the story of my life. they remind me of my painful past. They are a scream for help. They tell people how i really feel. They tell me that i don't want to live. They make people push away because they don't know what to do. They make people realize that i need a hand to hold. they tell people that i need help. They help me deal with my life. They bring up my tears. They take my pain away. They help me get in touch with my emotions. They make me want to change into someone else. They bring back horrible memories. They make me want to let go. They make me realize how cold and lonely this world is. They are something i wish i had never done. they are always there. They will always keep me down