Written by Taylor Jones.
I hate my self harm scars.
Every time I see the now faint lines it brings me back to that moment. The moment where my life didn’t matter anymore and all I could think about was hurting myself. Those scars bring me back to a mindset I once had. I hate those flashbacks. I hate my self harm scars.
I hate my self harm scars.
I hate my self harm scars.
Every time I see those little lines I think of where I once was, and the battle ahead. But there’s a small part of me that still has a little compassion for those cuts. Those cuts were from a darker time for me, and I survived. Those cuts were from the lowest of my lows, and I made it out. I have come so far, and I am proud of that.
I hate my self harm scars,
but they’re a part of me whether I like it or not. They tell my story, and of tales that were darker than my story as a whole. I hate them, but they’re there and there’s not much I can do with them. So I live with them and hope for healing.
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