I hate the scars on my wrists and my legs. I hate them for reminding  me of my pain. I hate them for giving people a reason to judge me before they even know me. I hate when people call me emo or crying for attention. I use to cut because the physical pain was easier to bear than the emotional. a cut can be healed cleaning and bandaging the wound. Simple. But how do you heal scars that have remain open and jagged for years? Time does not heal all wounds and I will not forget the past and risk making the same mistakes.
