The Scars On My Arms And The Cracks In My Hips

I hate looking at them. It makes me sick. I remember all of the burning it felt being hit, scratched, even stabbed almost.i hated it all! I can't look at my chest normally for fucks sake BECAUSE OF THE FAKER OF A FUCKING SELFLESS HUMAN. I'M TIRED OF THIS GODDAMMIT IT DOES NOT STOP IT STILL HURTS.I.i don't want him to know.but it's stupid since I'm writing this where he can see but he's asleep though. I never told him about many of the incidents I had and work and alone, and I swear I never will! I'm scared of him searching me and my stuff again.j