My scars speaks

You see me and think I got my scars by falling on a bush or by paper cuts.
But I did them myself and no it's not because I'm nuts.

These scars shows how many times I've been put down.
how many times people kicked me down and played me like a clown.

The people I trusted who eventually back stabbed me.
Will become the scars that holds all of the memories.

The blood that comes out of my skin
is the pain I had within.
Knifes, razors, and blades are the tools of my tranquility.
The sight of my blood puts me in this world of serenity.

As the blood from my skin starts to leaks
The scars on my body starts to speak.

It's telling me what person I should be.
To hang out with the people who cares about me.

But how can I find peace from those that tear me apart
They judge me from the appearance of my face, judge me from the intelligence of my brain and judge me from the color of my skin, but never judge me by the color of my heart!

All of our hearts are made the same but I guess not everyone views it this way.

These words I hear are so inspirational.
I can not explain but it doesn't seems so fictional
I believe in those words my scars said.
It was the best advice that you could never comprehend

But when my scars are healed
I feel that the words I heard weren't real.
The thoughts and images felt like a whirlwind in my head
I feel like if I don't take this advice I'll whined up dead

But no matter what you do, no matter what you say
I still cut myself to stay unstrained.
To leave this world fulled with agony and pain.
So next time you see me tell me why I do this
I'll just tell you in your face "It's none of your business."