If I show you these scars what will you think? The purple ones on my thigh, the thin pink ones on my stomach, the thick, raised ones on my arm, and the small red ones on my wrist. If I tell you the reasons what will you say? The self hatred in my heart, the numb feelings in my soul, the racing thoughts in my head, and the moving fingers of my hand. If I ask you to love me will you tell the truth? If I ask myself to love me will I tell the truth? In the end will I go back to what I know? In the end will I go back to the blades who hold my heart? The blades who have hold of my soul?