Scars
Hundred sixteen is when I lost count. I don't why I counted them, I know I have more I'm just afraid to find out how many I do have. I can't help think about how I got them it brigs memories both good and bad of people or of places in my life. I can't forget them and i can't hide them. There a part of me. There are few people who know the hole story of why. But if ask I'll tell you I think it's about time I stop caring about what people think. I have bleed to much to care anymore. I don't know why I write this now maybe i just snapped who knows.