I should feel ashamed.
I wasn't hiding it well, maybe it's because I wanted someone to stop me.
The jagged edges of the bobby-pin pressing into my skin.
I wasn't drawing blood,
And neither was I planning on it.
It was the second time that day,
first my pencil,
Now the bobby-pin.
I'm not surprised that she caught me.
I should feel ashamed,
she took my hand and saw the bruises.
I just wanted to feel something,
I should feel ashamed,
I'm acting like it but I can't feel anything,
Obviously it's not working.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
