Apr 2016
Slice slice slice
All over my arm.
Slash slash slash
All over my thighs
Cut cut cut
All over my hips
Making Roman numerals all over my skin
Hoping it will silence the voices within
Letting the blood run down and around
Hoping agony will drown and run aground.
My skin will mend
My bleeding will stop
But scars will remain
Penned onto my heart.
All over my arm.
Slash slash slash
All over my thighs
Cut cut cut
All over my hips
Making Roman numerals all over my skin
Hoping it will silence the voices within
Letting the blood run down and around
Hoping agony will drown and run aground.
My skin will mend
My bleeding will stop
But scars will remain
Penned onto my heart.
I, myself, do not cut or inflict self-harm. But after meeting so many people who do, I wrote this for them in January of 2016. It's my tribute, my love for those who do.
