Memories

Memories .. She looks down at all her scars all the memories slowly flood her mind.The thoughts of insecurity , never being good enough and low self esteem all take a toll on her. The thoughts come back of not being here anymore. Wondering will anyone notice or will no one care? Thought after thought cut after cut. Burning.. Blood dripping arms burning. The blades slowly begin to fall from my hands. Minds racing like a car wondering god why tf am I here ? .. Do I have a purpose ? because so fars its been nothing but hurt. Brokenness, Sadness , Memories. Will the blade ever get away ? Will these memories ever fade ? Memories …