Scars In my soul as i sit in this floor.
Thinking of the things that make me want to do this. That makes me want to hurt my self.
But what more pain can I have than the life I'm already living.
What more pain can I feel, when all the pain a child could have felt. I HAVE PAST THE LIMITS.
My heart has been broken into pieces.
Scars hurt for a minute, and the rest is left to see.
But the pain that truly hurts is the broken heart in me.
The broken soul that is now gone.
All left is the scars in my arms.
Scars i have made, scars that now have no pain.
These scars have become a part of me.
Now these scars are just nothing like the person I have come to be.
