The first day of summer was two days ago
The air was hot and the pool water was cool
Yet as I heard my friends scream gleefully
I was locked in the bathroom
Crying and alone
I’m so uncomfortable in my own skin that I slice it open
My ***** secret
My guilty pleasure
And it was supposed to remain a secret
Each scar a tally mark for times loneliness chokes me
Each line drawn methodically
My forearms are a canvas for self destruction
I broke down again last night
Voices in my head screaming
Urges I cannot control
Until I see red dripping out of my skin
My pain manifests itself in these moments
I cannot take it for much longer