Like some bonds, some relationship’s, scars fades too. When I’m looking at my wrists, the angry scar’s are not there anymore. The scar that was caused by a cat or a sharp object accidently, the truth is, it was no accident. I’m good at lying, even by looking in the eye, now that I think about it I never lied by keeping eye contact, I sucked at it, it always scared me, what if someone saw everything through my eyes?
It’s weird to wake up one day, and to see that the scars are gone, just like everything else in my life. The urge to make it come back was really strong, but I couldn’t give in, months of staying away from self-harming would go to waste then.
So I sat in a dark corner of my room, dark pools of hair covering my face and the flow of tears and i hugged my knees to my chest, and pressing hard on my wrist, where my scar’s used to be, closing my eyes trying to feel the pain, so that I would know iam alive and breathing.