My Scars

My scars mean everything.
They aren't pointless.
It isn't nonsense.
It isn't smart,
But it isn't quite stupid either.
They aren't for show.
They aren't for attention.
They aren't to label my personality.
But to tell my life story.
They tell what I've been through
And what I've suffered.
They prove that I can go through total hell
And come out with little scars and scabs instead of a dramatic ending.
I'm not killing myself by taking drugs or drinking.
I'm simply creating a blissful pain to get a rid of my deadly thoughts.
In a way, my scars save my life everyday.
My scars remind me that I can make it through anything I want.
My scars keep suicide far out of my thoughts.
My scars mean everything ...
Everything ... ... To me ...