I look down
Then straight ahead
'Where could it be?'
I thought in my head.
Meaning my blades
That have been hidden.
My mother said
That they are now forbidden
My scars are just scars
Nothing more now
Than tiny tan marks
That earn a scowl.
I'm still hurting
Deep inside
But I guess I have to push
All those feelings aside.
Little swirls with my finger
On my wrist I drew.
Because I have to let
The new skin come through.
A/N: sorry this took so long guys. I am also thinking of posting another story. Maybe a doctor who fanfic? Would you guys read it? If so pleaaaase comment. Love you guys and for everyone out there struggling with depression and that is self harming, stat strong darlings. I love you!
