Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

You see these scars on my arm, and say "oh, look. An emo girl who wants to get attention." But that's not the case. My scars tell stories. They tell stories of each battle I've won. They remind me that there may be pain, but I am stronger than that. They tell me that even though I struggle with these monsters in my mind, the real monster is humanity. There is nothing wrong with me, but with humanity itself. I don't have to be a certain weight, or hight. Humanity is the scarred one. These scars run deep. And so does my worth. It only took me almost dying to see that.....

*No self harm was conducted before this was written*