Scars

I wonder about why
How could someone do that?
They must be crazy, In reality they aren’t
They are normal people
Just showing their pain differently
People talk about it
Without knowing people around are affected
Possibly beyond help
Those who do it
Know why they do it
When other are puzzled
They should live their own lives
Letting us live ours
My arms are covered in scars
My own doing, no one else,
Neatly lined up
One after another
Some deep others not
Many for stupid reasons
Others for important ones
Slowly fading away physically
Emotionally always there,