Sunkissed,
Twisted,
Scars bloom,
Wrists slit.
Sleeves sooth,
Cover, smother.
Cuts touch
One another
In uniform.
Lines form:
Dark and light like
Day and night
And stay there bright.
Obnoxiously bright.
They stand out,
Stick up,
Stare back,
Stigma-
You're crazy,
You're lazy,
Just kill yourself,
It's not mental health.
They're just lines of desperation
Not war scars from depression
They're a cry for attention
That's your only intention
In the burning heat
I walk the streets.
My arms are
Sunkissed,
Twisted,
Scars bloomed
From wrists slit.
01/05/2017
C.J.
