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Don't you understand

That the scars

Make me who I am today

They are apart of me

They tell stories

Tell you of what I have seen

and where I have been

They remind me of all the pain

That I have been in

Some are really old, some gone, some even invisible

some are newer, there for the world to see

I don't do this for attention

Get that off of your mind

I am not one to harm myself

For others entertainment

I am just not that kind

I just want you to understand

That I know pain, Real pain

A cut when I was lonely

A scar was left after I was rejected

The words 'ugly' and 'die' carved in my flesh

So you would know the pain never was a lie

I tried quitting many times

But It never worked

I was addicted, hooked

But suspision stirred when I would wear

Long sleeves in the summer

I got looks and whispers

Which would only cause another cut

Why did I have to be drawn to this

Why can't I just walk away from it

Is it really going to be a struggle the rest of my life

I am so ashamed of what I have done

and scared that it will ruin all the good that I have found