My scars

Every time I look at my wrist
All the horrible memories come flowing back
Cause the scars remeined me that is is real
that the past is real

The scars remained me of the horrible fights
all the bad break ups
and all the suicide at temps

Everyone of my scars has a story
They all have a meaning
None is the same
They all mean something very different

Now those are only a little about mine.
what are yours like?