TRIGGER WARNING
~self harm~
No one notices them.
Sprinkled across her left wrist
Markings that remind her of the pain that sometimes creeps up on her in the dead of night
Or worse
In the middle of the day.
And all she can do
Is create a different pain.
A pain on the outside
To pull her focus away from the pain on the inside.
Scars
At first glance you can't see them.
You have to look,
Actually look
Scars
The only thing left
Of the cuts she once made
For the outside pain
That pulled her focus away
From the pain she felt on the inside
Every day.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoesíaLiterally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it
