I wore a sweater today
so they wouldn't
see.
I can't let them know what's
wrong with me.
Daddy would worry
and Mother would cry.
Sister would laugh and say
"I'll show you mine."
Best friend would sigh and say
"Please stop,"
as if I could just
turn it off.
I wore a sweater today,
sleeves pulled high
so no one would see them and
ask me
why?
Mother would crumble
and father would scream
tearing my life apart
seam by seam.
I wore a sweater today.
I wanted to die,
to scream or swear or just simply
cry.
I turned up my music and turned on my
tears,
alone in my room,
alone with my fears.
I forgot my sweater today,
my Mother was pissed
when she looked down and noticed
the scars on my wrists.
She told my Daddy.
He didn't cry.
He just gave me that
sweater
and whispered,
"Goodbye."
