Scars

TW! Mentions of self harm! You noticed the scars on my arms. I never tried to hide them But it bugged me when people pointed them out. But.. you didn't. You looked at them for a moment. But then left it alone. No comments like "why did you do that" or "stop for me?" They're scars, not cuts. But that's what they once were. Lines of blood that tainted my pale skin. Deep red instead of the brown freckled that were scattered around on my arms. You saw the scars on my arms. But you didn't pay any mind to them. Because you know. I noticed the scars on your arms. And I didn't say a thing.