These Scars Tell a Story -My First Poem As a 15 Year Old-

These Scars, they tell a story. A story that doesn’t end. End, the pain that has been behind me, following. Follow? Followed like a social media story. Story, is what i wish to tell but I can’t get it out.. They’d start to yell, they start to scream. I want them to go away, as my life is being ripped like my skin… At the seams. The seams of my bed sheet it getting loose because i pull at the string.. Loose like the string that tugs at my heart. I pull and pluck at the string. I pull that same string and pluck… and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and… Plucked at like my heart My heart that is Fragile, Fragile like a newborn baby. A baby that’s what I am called because I cry. Cry is something I do.. Why? Why do I cry...?