i couldn't tell you
how it happened
or why i stoppped
looking at myself
the way a little girl
looks at ponies.
i couldn't tell you
why i started
pinching my skin
between my fingers
or why i started
sucking in my stomach
so hard it hurt
i couldn't tell you
why i felt so numb,
or why i grazed
blades across my skin
in hopes of waking up,
from this nightmare.
i couldn't tell you
when i started
numbing my pain
with alcohol and drugs
or why i hid behind
little thin white lines.
YOU ARE READING
Little Thin White Lines
PoesíaA beautiful disaster wrapped up and packaged with a bow, turned into a masterpiece.
