The pain is like daggers in my skin, yet... I don’t feel it there. I feel it in my mind. In my head when I lay in bed. I fear my thoughts will lead to terrible things that will leave scars on other people’s hearts. I bleed on people who didn’t cut me and I think to myself “how could this be?” I pray and I pray and I pray. Until one day. All my fears fade away. I haven’t made it to that day. But my Lord and Savior tells me to stay. So I stay.