I don't know what made me do it. I don't know how and why I even started doing it. I just did and I started liking doing it, even though before I was afraid of the mere thought of it. I have became addicted to it now. It has become a habit and is natural too. This thing they leave their marks, maybe for ever.
When I look myself in the mirror, I don't see the scars which astonishingly no one has noticed yet. 'Nail marks dug in my fore arm. Scars that remind me of the pain and sorrowful stories and days behind it.' That's what I see and think. That's what I remember.
And though it started with my nails, I don't think it will end with it only. These scars are just going to increase day by day. Just instead of my nails, there would be the blade that will be in my hand marking the scars because the cause is internal pain which can never be less than what the blade will cause.
-10/07/2015
11:33 PM
JE LEEST
Thoughts... (2)
Non-fictieYou can also check out my first book to this one 'Thoughts..'. Go to the link below: http://www.wattpad.com/69625419-thoughts-wattys2014-quote-1 The journey continues on.... Just my thoughts on friendship, self-harming, pain and broken heart. Not al...
