You wear long sleeves all throughout summer Until the questions, The questions stop.
Outside the window All that a stranger peering in would see is A goldfish swimming through a tank of Forgotten, filthy water
So peaceful, so complacent Until the silent storm breaks into bubbles Into screams and shouts of Help.
The fabric from your sweater rubs Against your wounds Causing them to cry out for help Their screams muffled by the Tightly woven yarn of your clothing.
A silent storm erupting Along your wrists With no one there to help No one there to hug your wrists Although they burn
To silence the shouts To stop the bleeding.
i've recently had problems with self harm so i thought i'd write this to help me sort my thoughts out. it's not perfect but i tried my best hehe.