Scars are something that everyone has whether it was from falling down and scraping your knee or a knife slipping and nicking your finger. They tell stories that can't be explained. Sometimes though, scars are more dark than what people think. Instead of a story, they tell a battle; a battle that one is fighting against themselves. Their body will be covered in scars, their wrist, their thighs, even their stomach. All because they are trying to kill the thing inside of them, the thing that keeps them awake at night, the thing that wishes to kill them. I know exactly how that feels. The voices that scream insults at you constantly, they never stop and start to haunt you in your dreams. How would I know? Well lets just say, my skin isn't clear. I'm fighting my battle, and I think I'm losing.