i haven’t felt this alone since february.
that month i spent in complete agony,
cuts burning under long sleeves.
i don’t want to be here anymore.
everything is gross, everything is wrong,
i can’t live with myself.
today was the last day i’ll swim this summer,
i could cut my shoulders.
just, i don’t want to be sent away.
despite my fear of being sent away,
i’ll still cut, parts hidden by my watch.
let me bleed out, please.
there is nothing anyone can do.
nothing you can do.