In so many words...

Everything hurts they said. And the scars itch. They itch insanely. Intensely. We can close our eyes and try and imagine that they don't hurt or that we hate the pain. But we feel the pain, we feel the hurt, we feel the scars. And we try to deny its wonderful feeling. The beautiful way the ooze of bright scarlet seems to explode out if the thin line. That line that once took you so much courage to make, and now it comes easily. But you don't feel courageous, you don't feel wonderful. Your pathetic worries build up higher and higher creating stacks of fear in your heart.
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Your eyes try their best to avoid the scars u made. They swerve away when your naked arms come to sight, not that u would ever dare make the mistake of leaving them bare. And you deny the fact that Swerving eyes don't make wounds disappear...