You may say,
"I don't see any cuts."
But why would I cut when you can see it?
I hide all my scars with "I'm fine".
I hide all my cuts with "it's nothing."
I don't hurt myself for attention.
If I had wanted you to know,
I would've done it in front of your face.
I wouldn't have closed the bedroom door.
Or hide my tool.
I wouldn't lock myself in the bathroom.
I wouldn't wear long sleeves in the summer,
Or wear bracelets to cover my wrists.
I wouldn't do it in places where I think no one's looking,
Where I won't feel ashamed.
I wouldn't run away when you asked to see it,
Or even try to blend in.
I wouldn't keep everything from you if what I'm doing is for attention.
It just so happens,
You found out,
Probably by accident,
So don't get involved.
YOU ARE READING
I am a Victim
Short StoryYou may say, "I don't see any cuts." But why would I cut where you can see?