My wrist is swollen
from my snapping.
A new addiction.
And I want to cut tonight,
but I can't.
So I'll snap snap this rubber band
even more.
And I know this is bad
but I can't stop.
Whenever I take it off,
my arms moves without thought and puts it back on.
Snap.
And I snap
frantically
until my wrist turns numb
and I can't feel it anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[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-
