Alexix P

Being alone with unbearable thoughts like never ending pool of scars scattered across my arms

Reminding me that I'm still here death was only days away from me

I'm nothing without the scars that plague my existence and yet..

I couldn't figure out why the scars, the blood, the pain reminded me of never letting in and never giving in the treachery called happiness.

Something I seemed embrace about life's many crimes is its cruelty to infect the mind then the heart which is weaker only then do we know the truth in  all misery.