Hiding

Resemblance of a snake

One cut will run across my arm,

and blood slithers down, rubbing in the fact that I can't run from.

the words ring through my ears and repeat like a broken record.

i clutch my head, begging them to stop.

i sob and i yell, telling them to leave me alone.

the consequences of my actions.

the cuts add up until both arms appear bloody and blotched.

showers and the touch of a human will sting, clothes will be stained and so will my heart. those lines on my arm will become permanent.

you will look at me differently like I am not human because I was broken and self-harm was my bandaid. 

a sour expression grows on your face each time you're eyes dart over to them.

i am human. i am human. i am human.

why must I be so inconsiderate of the people around me? Telling them what I did will only ruin their day.

so i stay quiet, not telling a soul.

until one day they pull up my sleeve and look at me with a sorrow expression.

i feel a wave of guilt wash over me, but also a feeling of happiness. 

I can finally tell them, but the look of pity will not rub away. for the rest of the day they are different and act weird.

it's my fault.

i get home and dig the blade into my skin, why must I be so obvious about it!? I tried to hide it. i tried i really really did.

one cut will run across my arm,

and blood slithers down, rubbing in the fact that I can't run from.

the words will once again ring through my ears and repeat like a broken record.