The feeling of the blade running across your skin.
The blood dripping down your legs, and arms.
The numb feeling going all over your body.
Is that what you wanted in the first place.
Not to feel your pain.
Also not having those horrible thoughts in your mind.
After awhile those thoughts will come back with bigger urges...

They aren't just scars.
They are the demons
I fought at 3 am.
They are my insecurities,
my deepest fears,
and my lonely nights.
They are the insults I have received and the
emotions I cant contain.
They are a part of me
and are what I have become.

You thought we were friends.
You thought we were cool.
You thought you had the world in the palms of your hands.
You thought things were given to you so you can break them.
You thought love grows on trees.
You thought you were a man.
You thought everything was okay.
You thought a smile and a wave can help.
You thought life would move on your way.
You thought you could run away from your fears hoping to ignore them with a false smile on your face everyday.
But guess what,
You thought wrong.

Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.