I did it yet again
Didn't last two months.
Only three cuts,
But it burns worse like never before.
Not twelve weeks
But it came back again.
I told you I was broken,
You never understood.
You told me to get better,
I did not believe.
And now it comes back
To haunt me.

The blood isn't much
But it is quite red.
The pain isn't strong
But the stinging for worse.
The burning is familiar.
My anxiety backed off.
Tomorrow I'll have to hide it.
So they will not get mad.
Maybe if I show him,
he will cry.
I know if I tell him,
he will wonder why.
They say that I'll get better
But they never tell me when.
They tell me I'll get stronger,
But they never tell me when.
And it still comes back
To haunt me.

-3nwlry