You wear long sleeves to hide your arms. When they ask to see you ignore them and block them out. You’re scared to tell them because you don’t want them to know. You let the blade kiss your skin again and again every night. You don’t want them to be disappointed. You hope they will heal and not leave scars. Summer comes and the long sleeves stay on. You don’t want them to see the scars that still remain on your arms or the fresh cuts that happen only at night. You can’t blame the cat or the dog but it feels so good to let the blade kiss your skin. You let the blade kiss your skin so many times to wear you can’t feel it anymore. Now you can’t feel anything at all.
