The Pain Of Being Me

Scars

I look down at my arm
And all I see are scars
Flesh red and ripped
Burned and bruised
Hated and discriminated
I threw myself away
And I made myself feel pain
Because I couldn't feel a thing
But even with the blade
A mark was all it made
Because I didn't feel the pain
I didn't even realize my arm bled
So I stare at my arm
With nothing but regret
Cause I have a nasty scar
And I didn't get the pain