Even though the cuts have healed the scars still remain. Each an everyone of them has a name an story why they were done. One cut started it all big, deep and small. I did it cause i was sick of the pain. When i cried... it looked like it rained. I cried everyday hoping the pain would drain away but it stayed so did the blade. Nobody knew how i felt and i sure wasn't gonna tell them. They wouldn't understand. Nobody could help me cause. they couldn't see my pain. I put a smile on my face to hide away the sadness to me their was no such thing as gladness.All Rights Reserved
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