A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words (Her Scars Tell a Story)
A girl who has scars all down her arm has been put through a lot of pain and suffering. To me, she's beautiful and full of life, even if she may feel broken, opened and poured out and carelessly stitched back together. There is still plenty of life left between the seams even the ones that run all the way through her. Every cut tells a story, and behind every single one of them lays more pain than someone form the outside could ever begin to understand. Hopefully you never wake up and feel like you can't manage to take on the day. Because you feel like the only way that you can survive is to be gone. I hope you never feel so much hatred towards yourself, that you're disgusted every time you look into a mirror. You may not understand her and her scars, but they make her beautiful. You ask, "why does she cut?", she cuts because it's a distraction. For one moment she doesn't feel all the pain, the loss and the hurt. For once she able to forget that she's all alone and how scared she gets at times. She forgets how much she is disgusted by her own image and how much she just wants to give up. Her pain inside can be delayed for a little while longer. She's forgotten how to just smile and to actually mean it. She's forgotten how to love life and struggles to make it through each day. sometimes it becomes too much for her and she lets the dark side win. Forgetting what it was like to just laugh and to be genuinely happy. everyone has scars that they don't want to talk about, hers are just on her body and also in her mind. She feels like she's been imprisoned in a maze of darkness and will never escape from it. She leaves reminders on her body of how much she hates who she is. No, she doesn't cut to get attention; she cuts because she's had enough. She's fed up, tired of crying herself to sleep each night. She's sick of everyone judging her, she's sick of reality. Her heart was once full of happiness and joy, but now it's become empty and dull. Her eyes, once shined bright became void. No one around her understands what it's like to wake up and feel like you don't have enough strength to make it through the whole day. To have no energy or drive to do anything. To feel completely worthless and lost. To feel trapped inside a world full of ugly but being scared of what's on the other side. To be hurting constantly and knowing there's no one to save you from your own personal hell and what you feel. Why doesn't anyone understand that what they say actually hurts a lot and sticks with people? But all that doesn't matter because she's going to keep her head held high and move past all of this hurting and sorrow. She's mentally and emotionally tired, but she's going to keep on moving forward. She desires nothing more than to fix herself and for things to finally get a little better. She's trying, but things take time. Most days she finds hard to even look at herself in the mirror. She convinces herself that no one would miss her if she were gone. Her scars each tell their own individual stories. She has trouble figuring out if she's going to be able to function normal ever. She doesn't realize that she has so much ahead of her, like the boy that's hopelessly falling head over heels in love with her. He's going to teach her how to lover herself and to be able to allow him to love her. She doesn't realize that there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel and her days will soon be filled with radiant sunshine.