Now I’m just constantly looking at the scars… They remind me of all the heartache, feeling of not being ‘good enough’, and the mistakes. I’m stuck in this world full of hatred. My life is a puzzle trying to get complete but always gets shattered. I’m crying out for help but nobody can see or hear my cries. It’s like I’m in a room forcing sound out; everyone looks and sees the smile on my face hiding the depressed state I’m in. Why can’t I just be happy? Now I just look at the scars left on me and let the tears cover them away.