I have this deep scar. It isn't like the one's on my arms. It's a scar on me. A scar on my self. It closes then opens again. It wasn't cause by anyone. No specific event in my life left it there. I've had it since birth. It's a scar written by the hand of God. There are times in the middle of the night or at parties or just sitting somewhere that it opens. This scar is the world. It causes me to feel the grief of humanity. Its the one direct link to Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, that I have. It causes me to cry for people. I feel a pain unbearable to most. I'm not insane, though you're probably thinking otherwise. This is one of the truest things I've ever written. Its the times when my scar opens that I feel what Jesus felt as he was dying. Not pain for himself, but the pain of everyone. It doesn't make me want to die or anything of that sort. It's just overwhelmingly sad. I don't know why I am like this and I've given up trying to find out. The deep furrow that resides on my self remains whether I like it or not. This is why I cut myself I guess. I want to make it tangible so that I can heal it, or at least control it. It't not a curse though- it's a gift. Even though I feel great despair from people, it increases my love. Everyday I love mankind more because I feel them inside. I've heard many people try and explain me but no one ever came close. This that is written here is what I am. It is the essence of my being. I'm no savior and I have no wisdom that cannot be experienced by others. I'm just a man who feels the world. Whoever should read this, don't take it lightly. It is the truth. It is one of the few truths that I actually know myself. Think of it what you will, but know that it is true.