Mar 2016
What do I say?
What do I say when you look at my arms?
Yours are you beautifully bare and smooth.
But your eyes fall onto mine
The cross-stitch of red and white lines. Raised
Painting the pain I’ve been through across my skin.
What do I say?
What do I say when you see my panic?
You stand there and you look at me, not knowing what to do.
I sit, clutching my knees to my chest,
Tears pouring down my eyes,
Body trembling.
What do I say?
What do I say when you tell me it’s all too much?
When you tell me you can’t deal with it anymore.
That you need to leave my life,
That you can’t handle it.
As if you assume I can.
What do I say?**
What do I say when I no longer have someone to say things to?
What do I say when you look at my arms?
Yours are you beautifully bare and smooth.
But your eyes fall onto mine
The cross-stitch of red and white lines. Raised
Painting the pain I’ve been through across my skin.
What do I say?
What do I say when you see my panic?
You stand there and you look at me, not knowing what to do.
I sit, clutching my knees to my chest,
Tears pouring down my eyes,
Body trembling.
What do I say?
What do I say when you tell me it’s all too much?
When you tell me you can’t deal with it anymore.
That you need to leave my life,
That you can’t handle it.
As if you assume I can.
What do I say?**
What do I say when I no longer have someone to say things to?
