scars

As i look at the scar upon my arm i ask my self why? Why let the rusty old blade run along my gentle skin? Why put my self through so much pain? The scar is still there yet i chose to run the cold rusty blade along my arm anyway... Not for joy, Not for you, Not for the past but because it lets the pain seep out of my body. It lets every thing go, when the pain is gone im free from it yes i have scars but they remind us that the past is real!!