A Story.

These scars they tell a story.
A story of my past.
A past that is dark and lonely.
Lonely and horrible at times.
Times where I felt no hope.
Hope later bloomed into light.
Light that led me home.
Home to people that care.
Care enough to see me live.
Live on to help others.
Others struggling with the abyss.
The abyss of pain and suffering.
Suffering that NO ONE deserves.