Ever have one of those nights where you can't think of anything else than the scars all over your arms? Ypu can cover them up as much as possible, long sleeves, jackets. armwarmers, sweaters, bracelets, but still you cant forget that they're there no matter how hard you try. Where you look back and cant remember a time when your arms were clean, free of any type of wounds? Wondering, how the hell did things get like this, how the hell did I let myself become this way?
Tonight's one of those nights for me. I can't get my head away from it no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I try to distract myself, I keep coming back to it.
- "Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I've tried so hard
To clense these regrets."
I'm just kinda ranting--again, I just didn't want to feel so alone in this.