I want to be free. And innocent. And clean.

With clean and innocent wrists, arms and hands.
I don't want anybody to see what I am inside.
I want it to be invisible from the outside.

I don't want these scars anymore. PLEASE.
They're haunting me in my dreams.
They make me wanna die.
We, the scars and I, are always in a battle and....
Sometimes they win...