The rubber band hurts.
But it's still better than the blade.
The welts don't last long.
And the blood doesn't show.
How long can I keep up this facade?
Of snapping a rubber band.
How long
until somebody asks why I do that?
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poesía[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
