Been feeling like
I'm one of those cuts that you can only see under a certain light
and once you see them in that certain light, it's hard to unsee it
   and you can't stop seeing it in that light. Even when it's dark you can still see it on your skin.

Lately I've just been cut with my own sadness, as though there's nothing more occupying in the world than the chills I get after a disappointing text message. Hugging my knees, I'll sit and stare at a wall. I'm depressing myself, they say.

Maybe I am. But I can't fight the urge enough not to.