Scars

You say I’m too sensitive and emotional, but what you don’t understand is that I have no self control, my emotions are always high, sometimes I just need to cry, feeling like you’re all alone, you just lay in your bed for hours you don’t even check your phone, you don’t care how much you hurt, you start to wonder how much your life is really worth, the scars on my arm remind me of pain sometimes I wish I hit the vein, how can someone love me when I don’t love myself, why should I try why should I care, nobody would look for me if I disappear.