Not a single
Sound
For fear of narcissism
Or losing you
Not a hushed complaint
But only an ear
No judgement
For my dear, I be far worse
Be it miles or anger no matter
The bruises under my clothing
The arrows in my back
The limp, that you'll never notice
Even if unnamed to me
Or unwilling
My back will fill
With those arrows of yours
You fight so diligently when aware
And so I take them invisibly, unconscious you
Under the cloak of stone
This new texture to my skin hidden Forevermore from prying eyes
Even if I shall suffocate pushing
A single nose of living above the soil
Of yours, perhaps
It's no more than a waste
To worry for someone like me
So please
Let me
Let me be beaten in silence
Let me help people before myself
Let me tell you
To ignore how I feel
To ignore the sliver of red just across my skin
To ignore my shaky hands
As I try to help you
YOU ARE READING
Here I am
Random"Time will pass as a waterfall. Will you swim out, or flail under the stream?" •self harm •depression •anxiety •Eds •dysphoria
