Scars

I have a bunch of tiny scars on my arm, chest, and wrist. Luckily they aren't noticeable, maybe if you knew what you were looking for and were to stare closely you will be able to see them. Thankfully no one has done that, so I don't have to worry about my family finding out about my past (sometimes present).
Although the scars are not visible for others--for me there as clear as words.
Every time I look at the area I can clearly see each little line. Since i'm the one who created them, i'm the only one that can see them...which is good...but at the same time for some messed up reason this makes me want to continue carving into my skin until theirs nothing left...

It hurts to know that i'm not important

    I'm not going to go into specifics about this...but I saw a post where it literally broke me. It didn't help that my sister rubbed it in. I'm pretty sure they didn't mean it like that and i'm probably (like always) making a big deal out of this...but the fact is that is still hurt seeing how unimportant I am. I already knew no one thought about me but seeing it is just another level of hurt....I never thought I would cry over something simple like that post, but I did. It cut deep....