scarred

bleed

I love my scars.

People dont understand why but maybe its because they were the only ones there when i cried or because they helped me out when i wanted to die.

They’re reminders of the good and bad times in my life… and they let me remember the nights i actually felt alive.

5 Comments on "scarred"

  1. Iris says:

    Yes relationship! Blah..! Wassup? Hope you are well, if you need to rant just holler!

  2. Surabhi says:

    Hi Devesh!
    I hope things are not as bad & I hope you’re fighting with everything you have. I don’t even know you personally,but through these years of blogging I’ve seen someone who’s amazingly strong & who has been a winner till the end.So whatever it is that is in your way,I hope..no I KNOW that you’ll find your way out & be stronger than ever :-)
    Gimme me a holler on my e-mail whenever you feel like it.

  3. Surabhi says:

    Oh Devesh..I’m sorry to hear that. :-(
    Can I do something?

  4. Surabhi says:

    Its 5:30 in the evening! I’m sorry to hear that,please talk to me if you need to..

  5. Surabhi says:

    Hi Devesh,
    How’re you holding up?

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