Drip, drip, crimson stains the sink an inky red color. The cuts were long and thin. There was a reason I did what I did. Even though I can't change what happened ,I can learn from the scars. they can teach a person many thing. But to me there more like a reminder of my past. For most people scars can heal you or break you. For me there an escape to a place where he can't yell at me or hit me. A place where he does not exist. Sometimes when i do this I can just hear him yelling at me and i can feel him hitting me like he is doing it all over again, like he is stuck in my head. I don't stop until I hear him stop and don't feel him hitting me anymore.
People can smile and tell you it's all OK just get through it cause they did but the smiles is fake and the words they say are lies. Sometimes a smile can holds so much pain that a world of hell would be better than this world full of fake love and fake trust. But now that I know the truth I will never forget that behind their smiles and their faces their a total different person that nobody but people like me will ever see.
P.S HI GUYS THIS IS MY REAL FEELINGS ABOUT PEOPLE AND CUTTING SO ENJOY THE STORY.
This is actualy abit bast off of my life so far but the story is made up thanks.
(THERE WILL BE MORE!)
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MY SCARS (BOOK ONE)
Randommy story that a friend encouraged me to write if u like it follow me and (Bad wolf) this story contains hard truth so WARNING.ow and I want to give a shout out to the maker of the new cover that is to come she is tris_fire thks tris
