Scars

!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!

The curtains are open, allowing the moonlight to shine upon my tear-stained face. The silver light casts an eerie glow over my room, enough to see my curled up body on my bed with my hands over my ears, tears rushing down my cheeks like tsunami tides, trying to block out the voices.
I wear a sleeve of deep cuts but that doesn’t matter anymore. I know it will not be difficult to hide them in the morning. All I need to do is to wear long sleeves and make a silly excuse up and no one suspects a thing. I haphazardly apply a few scratchy plasters to my wrist so no more blood makes its way onto the carpet but I know someday my efforts to hide this will become useless. My hands are like machine guns, destroying everything but no one cares, no one cares enough to clean up the broken mess I make.