They say that life gives you enough scars, don't manufacture your own.
I just wish this tumblr quote came my way back when I felt alone
I have scars running up and down my thighs and arms
When I look at them they scream louder than alarms
I am beaten up, defeated and bruised
I am confused, hurt and used
Is it ok that suicide has become a constant thought in my mind?
I know you see me look at you, but I can;t see, I'm blind.
I just want to wake up to live not survive
I just want not look but also feel alive
I just want to smile