Do we ever get better?
Do you ever feel familiar Slash's
where you've once been hurt
I look down at my leg
There's nothing there
No cut
No blood
Just a scar
Yet I can still feel the pain
But there's nothing there
I repeat that phrase about 20 times
Trying to calm my frantic brain
I get flashbacks to when my thighs were covered in blood
Gash after gash
But there's nothing there
Maybe it's the regret
Or my body reminding me I'm not much better
Than I once was
YOU ARE READING
My unsaid thoughts-February
Poesíapoems I've written about love, heartbreak and day to day life as a teenage girl<3 -your author
