Scars finally fading away but leaving the trace behind. A reminder of something you did which you could have avoided but it wasn't your fault you just wanted to feel alive again. Some deal with the numbness by locking themselves away from the world, while some draw around with red colour pencils on the wrists and arms . It stings and hurts but you feel the emotions again. In place of tears the crimson red cries for us.
Emotions flood in, feeling alive again. You know you are scared to die, hands tremble as you draw the line. But then again you feel alive. Long sleeves in summer, makeup hiding the scars, you don't want people to see your hidden art. It's something close to you, something you wanna keep to your heart but then again maybe if someone saw they might be able to help. But all the positive thoughts of hope vanish as the look they give, the comments they make. "Imagine cutting yourself for attention, I would never do that". Maybe they are right, it's for attention, crying for help. But no one sees that, or maybe they do but don't wanna help.
And once again, the numbness creeps in as the painting paints the arm red. Leaving back scars. And again the scars finally fading away but leaving the trace behind as a reminder. And the history keeps repeating itself.
-yo🍁