during our friendship
i started self-harming,
cutting every inch of skin
along my wrists to my elbows.
eventually,
i starved myself resulting
to me passing out
in the shower leaving
me with sixteen staples
along the back of my
shaven head.
i remember being insecure,
afraid, because people
knew what i did to myself,
emo, attention seeker,
leaving their lips in
the hallways.
but not you,
all you said about the
incident and the bald spot
on the back of my hair was,
“you’re following the
britney spears.”
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
