Scars

I have quite a few of them. Mental and physical. The Rake only caused a few of the physical. I remember waking up with cuts on my arms. Whenever things got hetic or whenever I couldn't handle life, I would pick at those cut. I was too weak to take life like a "man". My life wasn't that hard. I was just too weak to handle it. And I was ashamed of myself because of how weak I was. An example of me being: my mom would get mad and she would scold me over a misunderstanding. Since I was so weak, I took whatever she said too hard?, deep? I...she just got mad like every other mom did and she did what she had to do. And there was the other person, but it could have been worse. Besides, I allowed him to do that thing with me. I was too weak to stop him. So I fled. I fled from him, I fled from mom, I fled from life and my feelings. I hid within myself because of how weak I was. ---------------------------------------------- I realized something. I haven't been writting my dreams down. I should do that.