When you're a cutter
You notice different things.
You notice how
Some people only wear
long sleeves and pants
Even in the hottest days of summer.
You notice the red cuts
When bracelets slip down in class.
You notice
Peoples empty eyes
And the way they tug away
When someone grabs their arms.
And you glance around the room
Looking at people's wrists
Searching for scars
Just like yours.
YOU ARE READING
The answers that aren't true
PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
