The marks people leave aren't just physical. They're mental too.
Scars surfacing in my head, slithering under my skin.
And they burn. A constant itch that you can't quite reach.
The things people say, sometimes not even meaning to be harmful. These things can stick with you for years.
The things people do can keep you up at night.
Sometimes people express their mental marks by making physical marks. Only then do people ask if they're okay - but by then, they've lied to themselves enough that lying to you is just second nature.
A short poem I made up when writing depressing poetry on my arm to funnel my feelings; You no longer question the marks on my skin, perhaps because you know what's happening within.
It could mean so many things.
Marks could mean the pen I'm usually covered in. It could mean tattoos, scars, bruises...
Within could mean many things as well. It could mean mentally, in a house, in a school, a community...
It could be something wrong with a body. Stretch marks or something similar, who knows.
It's open to interpretation, and that's why I like it so much.
The main point here, is that you don't know what's happening in someone's life. You don't know how what you say will affect them, so pick how you act and what you say carefully - because not enough people realize this.
One more thing I realize as I try to sleep, my mind going on a small rant of it's own: the word friend can mean so much. Refer to someone shy or lonely as your friend, and it can stick with them for years. I've had experience, and it still warms my heart to this day.
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Shae's Random Rants
De TodoI rant a lot. I rant to vent my feelings, or just about weird things and metaphors. Sometimes there's no one around to rant to. Sometimes a rant is just too good not to share. Some of these are fictional, some not - but they're rants, so if that's w...
