It's all fucked up
I was the most self-conscious person, i didn't even liked a mark of the pen on my hands,
Didn't liked scratches or anything,and yet my arm is covered with marks,I don't know what else to do but this,even tho I hate the scars,and i just relapsed a minutes ago.
I can't remember how I started this? How just a cut became my whole arm covered with scars? Don't know anything, I'm surviving an alcoholic father,And I just have him.
A part of me don't want to leave this, but whenever I see the scars i feel I'm becoming exactly like my father,I'm running myself, and I'm always afraid of people seeing my scars,I don't know why people see self harm as such a shitty thing? Why they don't want to understand it?
Feels like my life is ending even before it started.
Didn't knew what to do,so I'm posting this.