I want the scars... How else am I supposed to show how I hurt inside?
I accidentally cut myself shaving my legs in the shower earlier. Seeing the little bit of blood trickle down my ankle gave me the urge to see more of it...
For some, cutting is a coping mechanism. For others, like me, it is a way make my mental pain physical, and to satisfy a fascination with blood.
How do you explain to someone who's never had to deal with this degree on mental distress? You show them the scars...
I'm proud of all my scars, even the one that were self inflicted. They make me who I am.. and every new scar will at some point help materialize a memory. . . . Shouldn't that be a bad thing?
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