TW: self harm.
When I was little I ran through a rose bush
Through the tiny puncturing needle pins
Wiry bristles stroking my limbs
I found it comforting, I think
It cut through me
Split me in half, forcing me to let them in
Untangling my knot filled stomach
And transferring it to my skin
I went back time and time again
When I was upset, and when I was spent
We talked and cried and laughed the pain away
My red hued fingertips were just from the petals that did stain
Your arms are scary, he says in appall
Nothing. It's just shocking that's all
I thought the prickly hugs were a bit strange
Only now am I finding it dug deep pits down my veins
Context: this is about self harm being comforting and a way for me to cope with my pain. I wrote it after a boy in my class said to me "your arms are scary" and I thought he was going to insult me but he followed it up with "it's just shocking, that's all".
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