Scars
Release
"Love". That's the most noticeable, darkest one on my arm. I carved that with a razor blade torn out of a shaving razor. It's not easy to get those things apart and I did a lot of work to get that fix.
Some people don't realize the release that feeling those cold blades against your arm can give. The blood trickling across your skin is similar to the feeling of letting out all the tears you've been holding in; but it doesn't leave you with a splitting head ache afterwards; just a beautiful scar.
It was supposed to be deeper, and somewhere else. Somewhere that would do more damage than just a scar. Somewhere that would end the tears for good; but I chickened out. I had too much love for the people I'd be leaving behind and I wasn't going to let myself be that selfish as to take myself away from them. No, it was better this way; at least she was still happy.
I was hiding behind a facade of tears. The anger that mother had given me was boiling inside and felt never-ending.
Some people don't realize the release that feeling those cold blades against your arm can give. The blood trickling across your skin is similar to the feeling of letting out all the tears you've been holding in; but it doesn't leave you with a splitting head ache afterwards; just a beautiful scar.
It was supposed to be deeper, and somewhere else. Somewhere that would do more damage than just a scar. Somewhere that would end the tears for good; but I chickened out. I had too much love for the people I'd be leaving behind and I wasn't going to let myself be that selfish as to take myself away from them. No, it was better this way; at least she was still happy.
I was hiding behind a facade of tears. The anger that mother had given me was boiling inside and felt never-ending.