Just because you cannot see the scars does not mean that they are not there.
It does not mean that the thought did not cross my mind like the blade crosses your skin.
Does not mean that I did not bleed the same blood or feel the same pain.
Does not mean that my story did not happen just because I did not write it on my arms for the world to read.
It does not mean that I cannot relate.
And it does not mean that I am stronger than you.
That I won and you lost.
A cry for help is not surrender just as silence is not victory.
We both fought battles and we both made it out alive.
To call me brave and you coward is blasphemous.
We are equals whether the world sees it or not.
People see my smile, and they see your scars.
But they ignore the tears we both shed not realizing that they are one in the same.
My skin may not be as textured as yours, but my heart still beats to the same melancholy rhythm.
We both know tragedy.
We both share memories turned nightmares.
The only difference between you and I is with each slash you slayed your demons while mine roam free.
With every drop of blood spilt you released a piece of your soul
While I remain trapped because I lacked the same conviction to do what needed to be done.
Do not think of yourself as weak.
And do not look up to me.
While you stand there envying my smooth skin.