I wear these marks with pride. I walk with my head held high. Smile on my face. because I know This is how i deal. This is how i cope. When someone asks, I come up with a silly smart ass remark. “I got attacked by a thorn bush” or, “Yo that cat next door is one phsycho son of a bitch.”
Either way, They know. And i could care less. My Body, My arms, and legs. Why hide them, They are a part of me.
Cant even describe how i feel. Tons of emotions all in one.
But right now, As I relapse, I Feel Simply relaxed.