left in the back seat.

Almost

The cuts i always thought about making

Trying to make it a positive thing to do

But the thing is

Its not

I realize that the scars are never going to go away

They could be a gallery

But how much do i want to risk?

The trust of loved ones

Friends

Will anyone trust me again?

Will they treat me the same

Or will they inspect me like a science experament?

I could just "do" instead of think

Like the hippies in movies

But what about the effect

And yet i still do it

I still think about doing it

But i don't

Almost .