Battle Scars

I never understood why people harm themselves.To feel pain or was it the comfort of knowing that behind their skin still lies blood and not just rotting flesh.Pardon my curiosity but I am as fucked up as you are.The difference is my scars are in my eyes,within my hollow laughs and in my broken smiles.We are alive.Why must the hurt,hurt themselves? Are we that dumb? Are we that numb? Aren’t our shattering souls crying,not enough? There is already enough damage done.We are fighting wars within ourselves.PLEASE DO NOT sabotage your real mission.Stay strong, soldier.Open your eyes there is a better world than the one inside your room.Feel your heartbeat, they are drums to fuel your spirit.You are alive.