Excuse me, for a moment
While I break down.
No, I don’t need your help
I know how to stand my ground.
Forgive me,
for my covering up my scars,
I didn’t know they offended you
In the way that they do.
Look, I’m better now
I stopped doing that somehow.
It was a childish act
Something I wish I could take back.
Though I have to admit
The scars are pretty cool.
They help remind me of everything
I forgot I knew.
Look at this one
The one that runs straight
Across my wrist
And people like you
Think I’m proud of this shit.
I’m not showing them to you
To try and get attention
Or earn your fake sympathy
I just wanted to show you
Since you said
You felt like you didn’t know me.
You’re shocked right?
I can see it in your eyes.
How could a girl like me
Cut herself with lies.
Its simple really
But you wouldn’t understand
And I hate to say this
But I know what you’re gonna do.
You’re gonna judge me
Just like all the rest of them too.
Go ahead and make up your mind
Go back pretending
Everything’s fine.
But before you leave
There’s one thing you gotta do.
Take off your bracelet
And show the world your scars too
Author notes
Somethings in the way
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Comments
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i like the ending... it hita note with me-im becoming a psychologist [even though i hate them so much] but i have my own issues and well when im helping people with their treatment, i know i will open up and show thse people they arent alone and that i understand it-thats why i like the ending so much x]
PoisonX -
You may not be proud...me, on the other hand
All my self-inflicted injuries...I display them without shame. And the ones inflicted by others, too. But, I guess Im crazy among crazy people then. The way I look at it...that's a memory. And when you have so few, whats the harm in admitting to the ones you have?
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