I want someone to say that to me. someone to understand. I want someone to hold my wrists or point to a specific scar and say “what happened in your life so horrible that you’d hurt yourself”. someone to care. and I’d tell them my story and they’d listen and smile and tell me I’ll be alright. I imagine that. I simply just want someone to care. I haven’t self harmed in weeks. but the scars are there. ever lasting. every scar has a story.