The smell of my own burning flesh curls my nose
I clinch my fist as I try not to scream
I lift up only to push the hot iron back down on my skin
The burns don't show on my dark skin for that I am greatful
But the pain inside is so deep, my heart so torn
This is not enough, it will never be enough
I grab the stolen blade and piece it through my skin
At first nothing, but then the blood slowly peeks through the cuts.

I want to cry
I want to scream
But there is nothing left in me to let out but my own blood
So I keep pressing the knife to my skin
Until the pain has passed

I quietly turn on the shower and rinse myself off
The water changes color with my stain
Then quickly goes clear

I wash up then hide the new damage
I'm back to my old daily struggle