Reminding scars .

Now that the scars have began to heal
So now does the pain
I look at them everyday knowing
cuts used to be my escape
crying didn't help
screaming didn't do nothing but make me lose my voice
the cuts were my escape from everything
when I got mad when I was called a name
there was the blade calling my name
Saying I hate my life
no one was there to talk to
no one there to listen
all I wanted was to be heard not cut down
I wished that someone would listen
but they all just past me by
Always those nights were I would lie there and cry
wishing that I would die
cut a little deeper causing myself more pain
seeing the blood stain the floor
my blood fell like rain I would stare at it
no tears feel from my eyes
look what I have accomplished
I never thought of what would be left behind
cuts begin to heal
months go by , I see the scars discolored from my skin
you can tell were I cut myself
everyone sees but they don't say anything
Some might as questions and ask me what happened
Some might think to themselfs "wow that girl has some problems"
others could care less
looking at the scars their so big and long
They have healed over time
they won't fade any more
I admit it was dumb
I admit I had problems
but I won't say I was stupid
Looking at the scars It is a reminder each day of what I have gone through to get to this point
The scars will never fully be gone and now for each day
They will remind me that the past was once real but I no longer have to live it this day
life goes on