Long sleeves . The same long sleeves that cover my cuts and scars old and new . The same long sleeves that mask my pain .The same long sleeves I wear everyday no matter the weather for fear of judgment. The same long sleeves that shield me for wandering eyes . The same long sleeves I wear to bed even under the blood stained blankets of my past . The same long sleeves I wear when I meticulously plan out every inch of my death . The same long sleeves I wear as I write my note to my dad . The same long sleeves I will wear as I step of the ledge into the cold Icey water beneath me . The same long sleeves I will wear as I let the water engulf my lungs . The same long sleeves that i will drown in . The same long sleeves everyone will remember me wearing . The same long sleeves my dad will hold tight as he quietly cry's in my bed room begging me to come back to him pleading for me his little girl to be returned to him safe and sound . These long sleeves are more than what meets the eye . Long sleeves
