I may not deserver the pain I put my body though, all the scars and cuts; But without them I feel if though I’d be nothing, more worthless then I already am.
They don’t know how hard it is to give it up. It’s like being told never to cry ever again. It’s how we cope. It’s sometimes all we know.
A poem
Her scars
A story to tell.
Visible marks
Express hidden pain.
Criss-crossed on her tan thighs
She wears them with pride,
With dignity.
A testament to who she is,
Who she became.
A remembrance of her loss
Of love, of self, of sanity.
Yet more a testament to strength of character.
A permanent badge of honor.
Though she did not always want to,
She survived.
Battered, bruised, scarred.
She came out the other side
Alive.
This tumblr should be taken down. Cutting is NOT an art, it is not acceptable, it should not be praised. It is a disease, get off tumblr and look up some hospitals or therapists.
Anonymousi never said it was an art i’m not praising it.
it is not a disease it is an addiction and a coping mechanism getyour facts straight. Now if you dont have any interest in cutting then you should not be on my blog. thank you for your imature ask.now go away
