The Scars That’ll Forever Remain Hidden

The cutting started two years ago when I moved. I’ve always wanted to do it, but never had the courage to do so. I did it in class and couldn’t stop untill my arm was filled with cuts and blood. No one ever looked at me, no one ever cared. I kept it hidden untill they weren’t noticable unless you looked right at my arm.

Cutting is my escape plan… It was the closest thing I have to suicide without actually dying. My suicide plan is to someday slit my wrists but I’ve been very sensitive about people touching my wrists so I still have to get the courage to cut them. 

Although I haven’t physically cut myself, the scars inside my body will forever remain hidden..untill that day I have courage to release it forever.