One day I couldn't sleep so I found marker and traced my scars. Most of them are almost gone pale white and fading. But I know where everyone is or was, I remember them like the way to a friends house. Tears started falling as another and another appeared on my almost clear skin, memories surfaced as I carved into my arm yet again but with a marker. My arm was completely covered, deep dark lines where I had slit deep, or light thin where I just needed pain. Now since the scars are fading I am afraid that I will bring them back.
