My scars are now my memories.
They make me who I am;
A Loser.
Worthless.
Poor and Low.
I do the best i can.
So my cutting days are over.
The razors disappeared.
It's just the scars I'm worried about
They're the things I've feared.
My mother doesn't know
And either does my dad.
It's just all inside of me
It makes me feel so bad.
No one gets my mind
But i put my mind together.
Even though my wounds have healed
The scars remain forever.
