"Scars
I used to cut.
My skin yes
But that isn't as important.
What matters is I used to cut my soul
I used to tear down my spirit
Flesh by flesh
Fiber by fiber
I saw my soul and de-humanized her
She was of no importance
She did not matter
And I almost killed her.
On the outside, she seemed fine
Happy
Content
Beautiful even
But that was not the case
She was a liar.
Because she really was not okay.
She was dying.
And as the blood dropped from her side
Her soul slowly dripped with it
Like a steady waterfall of pain.
But this is no sad story
My soul did not die.
I did not let her.
I was the author of my own sad story. I chose to change it."
~Unknown