Thoughts That Cloud My Mind

Scars

to me, scars are extremely beautiful. no matter the story behind them. i think everyone should love the scars they wear. they make you strong. they show that even at your deepest and darkest point, you made it out. that you're here. you're here to live another day. you're here to tell people & help people who were in the same spot you were not too long ago.
even though there's a beautiful side to them, there's also a dark side to them. even though it's dark i still see it as beautiful. the reason they're there. how they got there. when you thought 'this is the only thing right now that could really help how i feel'. there could've been a billion different ways to solve it. but you decided to take it out on yourself. thinking maybe, just maybe, this would rid of the pain. and it does. for a second. you get to feel a different kind of pain. the pain of that razor cutting through the layers. you get to watch as the blood drips down. you feel so relieved. right? this is what helps you. this is what you want.
you can only take so much. it only helps so much. scars are what make you. you can hate them, wish they weren't there. but at one point those beautiful little lines are what made you. they're there to show everyone how much stronger you are. be a day, or 5 years, however long they show you're a better person then who you once were. something everyone should see as beautiful.