"Every scar has a story."

Mine's simple.

Suicide.
Harsh words.
Hate.
Love.

Too much things in life.

But I realized that these scars changed who I am.
How I saw myself.

I still have these scars in my arm.
I have scars in my heart that are too deep to forget.
People say time would heal the scars,
but the only thing time can heal is itself.

The bleeding stopped.
But the scar never closed.
I'm scared it would get infected.
I'm scared other people would see it and run away.

Sometimes, I just stare at it.
Questioning what was my intention.
The what ifs.
What if I died?
Would anyone care?
What if it healed?
Would I be the same as everyone else? Blemish free?

I realized that being the same is boring.
A scar represents what you went through.
A scar shows that you're strong.
Never forget the scar.