A Trip Into Space

I Remember

I remember tearing apart pencil sharpeners and eye pencil sharpeners just to get to the sharp part.

I remember taking the screw out with a knife and hurrying to put it back.

I remember slicing open my skin and watching the red ooze down my pale arm.

I remember taking paper towels that I had stored up in my room and putting them against my cuts.

I remember crying because of how ashamed I felt, yet I never stopped.

I remember pulling down my sleeves every time someone would question the red lines on my skin.

They'd point. They'd demand. They'd question.

I remember because this was yesterday.

This was today. This is tomorrow.

These are my memories that I know I'll create.

This is my Hell.