I have no pitty, like I have no pain
The scars I created still remain
On my wrist the stair through my eyes
Almost like they were related to the knife,
It made them, but I don't see,
While cutting my self
Fill the hatred inside me ,
It cause tears and so much pain
Fill the hated But in the end the scars remain, people ask people question among the scars but the answers are just filled with excuses
Almost like the come out of my mouth with no though add at the end
But the people look at and think why I would want somthing that caused so much attention to remain why I still do it I have no clue , but it fixes my heart almost like glue, yea the scars their vivid  to the eye but to me it was better than saying goodbye