Langst Oneshots

Scars

Since both this and Life isn't for anyone are short why not publish both at the same time :)

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I trace over all my scars. I feel the bumps and bruises. I stings but not as bad as when I put them there. The blood dripping down, the burns of the lighter, the sobs of the suicide attempts.

I feel the urge to cut more. To feel all that pain more and more.

I shake my head.

I could wish for these scars to grow or I could wish they were never there.

But either way I know neither will happen.

I know that scars will be there to show you pain and suffering. But they also show survival, braveness, and that you've won the battle against your demons.

I look over in the mirror that once held a reflection of a boy who barely ate, who cut at any given time, who burned himself, and who would repeatedly would scratch his arms.

I am happy for the scars on my arms.

Because it shows how much I've grown.

Yeah.

I wouldn't change for the world.

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This ones happy-