Have you ever loved someone too much it actually hurts?
Just admit it, at least for once in your life, there must be someone you love the most in this life you still can’t get over with. I know that it always hurts knowing the person you love doesn’t love you back. But if you look at the positive side, maybe it’s because they don’t deserve you, because you simply deserve someone that is so much better than them. I’ve been on that situation before. And I let alone the fact that they don’t love me back as the fact that I may actually deserve someone better. And yes, I am in that situation right at the moment.
And yes, the person I’m currently in love with doesn’t love me back.
And it indeed hurts. A lot.
Maybe you always wonder, because when we were little, if we fell, they would ask you where it hurt and you would instantly point to your knees, your arms, or an elbow, then they would make it better for you. But then you might notice it too, that as we get older, if we fall, they no longer ask where it hurts. So you sit silently in your room, waiting for someone to ask you where it hurts, pointing to your head and your heart. Because that is where the pain hurts the most. But nobody makes it better. And that’s why the pain we feel inside is often getting worse because they no longer care.
Us teenagers have our ways to express the pain we feel inside. Some of us express it in the good way, but some others express it in the wrong way. For me, those who express their pain in the wrong way by cutting themselves are not attention whores. They are just some lonely teenagers who don’t have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold on to, a friend to simply tell everything to. So they use razor as their pen and their wrist as their paper, they write their story in it until they run out of wrist to write on to. So then they continue to cut their other wrist and thighs and stomach and then their body slowly turns to be their diary. I think this is not wrong after all, because they simply have their own reason why they did what they did.
And here is what I learned since then; every scar tells a story, a very hidden one.
