today i met a girl while doing the JAE surveys at Singapore Poly. she's 14...a school drop-out. her arms bore lines and lines...endless lines, of dried up blood. i wanted to tell her to stop cutting. it hurts. i know that whatever she's feeling hurts even more...but...*shrugs* i don't know what to say... =( cut after cut after cut..i can almost visualise the penknife slicing through her crystal skin and leaving behind a vivid line of red...and then the sizzling pain...almost sensational... and then the temporal sensation goes away...leaving a scar to remind you of the hurt you once knew. always. it can never be erased.


yes. the scars will remain.