Scars

Well...I thought my scars would heal....
To my advantage...no one can see them.
Disadvantage... I can see them.
look to these scars and feel shame and all come around me
My life...I hated.
My death...I wanted.
To cut myself was to just cut the shoulders....never the wrists...
One: I wanted me and only me to see them (now I want to erase them)
Two: I wanted it to be something no one else knew about (religious...man upstairs knows me too)
The scars I see...are memories
The anger I had
The Pain I felt.
The betrayal of those I trust.
These scars are now haunting me.
I wish they were gone...but there are times...I wish to add more to these scars...but these old scars now... have made me feel haunted of the times I wish to end myself.
I still hate me. My life....not to important.
My death....I will wait for.

End