I get it.
So much more than you realize.
Why do you think I love pocket knives?
Why do you think I always where long sleeves?
Why do you think I panic when you grab my wrist?
Or maybe you haven't noticed
No one has.
Because I'm the happy one.
Everyone else can be sad.
That's the difference between you and me.
I only show the things I want people to see.
If I'm sad about something normal, then I don't mind letting you guys know.
But whenever it's something like this-
I smile and joke and laugh like I'm fine.
I get that pain feels good.
I love the sting.
I love the red marks.
It makes me happy.
It feels free.
It feels like, for once, I can control my pain.
Like, instead of someone else hurting me, I can hurt myself
A part of me knows it's wrong
And I panicked
56 cuts on my wrists
So I drew a butterfly on my hand, hoping you'd notice
