they were always there
fresh
gleaming
ready to slit my vulnerable skin
and yet i looked at them every day
no, you can't
you know you can't
and told myself not to
i told myself it would get better
and that someone understood
but no one did
and that's why i finally picked one up
s
l
i
c
e
there was a small scar
right across my arm
it made me cringe
it made me remember i was worthless
yet there was something telling me
no
but i'd still have to go
back to the jail they called school
tomorrow
and every day
and for 100 more
and hope
pray
that i'm not already dead
by the finish
;;
i covered them up
the next day
they were burning through my shirt
i knew they were there
but no one else did
not with the fake smile
I'd put on
it fooled everyone
at least
most
