Her scars showed who she was. Every scar inside her mind, but also over her body. The cuts. The blood. The suffering. She was so beautiful, but she didn't know it. She decided to harm herself, by taking her body to a place of confusion and nightmares. To a place where alcohol, drugs, and depression were the only ones that rule her life. She didn't let anybody to help her. Until one day she was standing in the top of a building about to suicide. Suddenly, she felt it. Her dead mom's hand all over hers. She knew what she was telling. She knew she was meant to survive.

Her scars showed who she was. Every scar inside her mind, but also over her body. The cuts. The blood. The suffering. She was so beautiful, but she didn't know it. She decided to harm herself, by taking her body to a place of confusion and nightmares. To a place where alcohol, drugs, and depression were the only ones that rule her life. She didn't let anybody to help her. Until one day she was standing in the top of a building about to suicide. Suddenly, she felt it. Her dead mom's hand all over hers. She knew what she was telling. She knew she was meant to survive.