guineapig99

I hate how people stare at me And ask if I'm okay. I hate how I lie and say "yes." And silently shake the tears away. I hate how I have to cover myself, And how bad I'm ashamed of my scars. But it's impossible to let anyone see. They cover my whole body, stomach, legs, arms… It feels bad to know That I'll never be loved again. It's even worse to know That I may be losing my friends. These scars… They make me look like a monster. These scars are for a reason. And it's because of her. Her. The best thing I ever had. It makes me suicidal To know I messed up so bad. I try to get her out of my head But nothing I do w