My wrists
My arms
are lined with scars,
from nights when the pain was too much to bear alone.
From the nights when my thoughts overwhelmed me
and when the light was too hard to see.
They're from when I drug a blade down my arm
till all I could see was red and warm.
I suffered and suffered and suffered some more,
because all I was,
was broken in my core.
Now I have to hide them,
or people frown and look away.
Every single time,
Every single day.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
My wrists
My arms
are lined with scars,
from nights when the pain was too much to bear alone.
From the nights when my thoughts overwhelmed me
and when the light was too hard to see.
They're from when I drug a blade down my arm
till all I could see was red and warm.
I suffered and suffered and suffered some more,
because all I was,
was broken in my core.
Now I have to hide them,
or people frown and look away.
Every single time,
Every single day.
Remember It will get better even if it doesn't seem like it <3