A Scar All My Own

yesterday, i saw her walking down the street. head down with her long dark beautiful hair in her face. i noticed she had tears in her eyes. i had never seen or talked to this girl before in my entire life and yet i felt some sort of connection with her.
it was like she wasnt afraid to show the emotions i was feeling inside.
the little voice inside of me was screaming so hard for her to hear me. and let her
know that she is not alone. so many things could have happened to this poor girl.
who knows. maybe her mom jus died. or her boyfriend broke up with her.
or she is contemplating suicide and knows its the wrong thing to do buhh
feels like its her only option. so i decide to go up to this girl of my same age, seventeen, and see if i could help her in any way. as i approach her i realize she is clutching her stomach and there is blood on her shirt. o my gosh this poor girl. i walk up to her and politely say hello. as she looks up i realize she is the most gorgeous thing on this planet.
her eyes are an orange haze with a hint of blue. her hair is the most chocolatey brown. her skin is the palest of white which clashes gorgeously with her pale pink cheeks. "whats the matter. i have a feeling i can help" she is hesitant at first buhh i believe something inside of her made her realize that on the inside i was jus as hurting as she was. she then slowly brings out her arms and shows them to me. i can hardly see from all the blood buhh in there are huge gashes on her arms. "who did this to you!!" "i did" she says as it starts to drizzle. "why" "idk i guess i jus got fed up with the emotions going on inside of me. it seems i always screw everything up and nobody listens to what i have to say. i feel like im blocked out from everybody and whats going on in their lives. and all of this sounds insanely selfish. and im afraid if i tell people how i really feel people will think im more selfish than they already do. and im jus done with it. i was trying to kill myself buhh then i though about my parents. and i couldnt leave them behind no matter how much i feel like they dont listen to me. or want me around sometimes." omygosh "im sorry. i shouldnt be wasting your time with all of my emotional chaoticness i jus need to get somewhere peaceful" she hugs her stomach all the tighter. i assume the rain is hurting her wounds. "you need to get those taken care of" "no! ill be alright. thanks though. goodbye" "wait! i know how you feel" "aha how can you know. i see you all the time at school. she goes to my school. wow i should pay more attention your always laughing always having a good time with all of your friends. i never see you with a frown on your face. your perfect! how can you possibly know how i feel or understand what im going through." as she is saying this. i am rolling up my sleeves to show her the scars on my wrists. almost identical to the ones she is creating.

nobody's perfect so dont try to be.