Writing when a pencil sharpener means danger
Driving when it’s too appealing to close your eyes,
They say self care is key, I can’t shave without a razor,

Death sounds so sweet
But it’s wrong to fantasise

They say “you should smile more”
But they don’t know,
Happiness to me is fleeting and cold ,
They say “don’t take it too hard, you should have thicker skin”
But they don’t know,
My skin is already layered with scars, hate and regret.

They stroke my arms for comfort,
They don’t know that it hurts,
I hide my pain with sweaters,
Long sleeves in the summer.

No one ever knows the reason,
I won’t make it through the season.