Those Scars.I often ask myself if those scars are truly mine and sometimes I wonder why?
Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I punishing myself ?
Then,I just remember what happened before.I remember what went wrong.
I look at myself in the mirror,trying to smile but all I see is fakeness.
I look at the scars covering my tights and I ask myself how.
How could I become that monster? Where's the real me? Where am I?
Am I gone? Have I ever existed before the monster took my place? How would I know.
I see the look on their face as they catch a glimpse of my scars.
They see my weakness. They see me as a weak little girl. But I've got something to say.
Those scars are a proof that I survived a war. I survived a war with myself.
I was battling my head,I was battling what was in there.And sometimes,I wonder.
I wonder how life would be if I haven't done this.And I wonder what would you do?
What would you do if you we're in my shoes? Because you'd feel what I feel.
You'd see what I see. You'd hear what my