The scars on my arms are real
They show my fight and the reason for my emotional state
They show how I truly feel
The depression, Anger and Hate
The scars are hard to hide
No matter how hard I try
People think it's suicide
And they see and ask why
I wish I could explain
About the feelings that appear
The Hurtfulness, the Pain
But you choose not to hear
Maybe one day you'll find out, the story behind each scar
Of why their there
They prove how far
I've ventured from your care
Just listen and maybe you'll know
How far I really plan to go
i didnt write this but i thought some of you would like it
