TRIGGER WARNING MENTION OF IMPLIFIED SELF HARM, BLADES, AND DEPRESSION!!

TRIGGER WARNING MENTION OF IMPLIFIED SELF HARM, BLADES, AND DEPRESSION!!

The scars that reside on my thighs and arms are to mark the bridges that I've crossed, the minds I have stretched through the feeling of not being enough, these scars are a reminder that despites the battles, the fights, my entire identity, these scars have changed the person I see myself as, I am no longer him, the one who was untouched by that anger, by that blade, by the everlasting effect of depression, the scars that shape me, the scars that make people sympathize for me, please don't ever look at me and tell me "I am strong", because I was not supposed to be strong, no I was supposed to live, and now I just exist as a zombie, a robot who is destined for a just another vanilla story, I am destined to be "that boy" from high school, the one who had a story but his vocal cords ripped out by the society we live in, the hypocritical social standards, the ones who tell us to speak our words would take them and trap us with them, these words are like chains around me, chains that forbade me to move forward, the ones abound me to my scars and bed, I am trapped, and so are the rest of you.