i make scars on myself
to remind me of my life
to remind me of my past
to piss me off when i am sad
i have these scars on my wrists
to so you how i hated my life
my life is not great
but do not underestimate me
for writing these poems
helped me conour my soul
my soul and my heart
the heart i once thought black
black with scars
the scars i have repersent my pain
the pain that my heart and soul have gone through to get here
so please
when you see my scars
bright and pink
dont think of me as the walking dead
think of me as someone who made it
 
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