Your wounds
are still visible
to those
who look the hardest
you can't hide
from them
they will seek you out
in every dessert
in every forest
anywhere you go
they will still find you
the scars on your wrists
the cuts on your thighs
they tell stories
no one will want you
it's all one hoax
you are nothing
you're wounded
you are not meant
for society
Draw with silver
But it turns to red
burn it all
go into the fire
and dance with the flames
jump off
into the deep blue
and never come back
to shore
never come back here
you are not welcome
wounded one
