The cuts on my wrist tell a story of a girl who has seen the worst of the worst. My scars and bruises tell a story of a angel living in hell. The past makes me stronger, everyday I pray for my life to get better; and I will until it does. This is my story of my life, although it may not the happiest. It's the truth. Hard to understand why a world in your eyes can be so beautiful, but in mine can be so cruel and demeaning sometimes it makes me want to end my life just to get of of it. This is me, my life, and my scars,