hoodies and sweaters, hoodies and sweaters even in the summer, nobody questions it a couple of times she's been caught bare armed a couple of people have seen her scars her secret is safe but when will it end? when will she be able to wear short sleeves and swim? she knows she cant keep living her life like this but shes addicted to the beautiful pain razors give she loves the blood, she loves the scars she loves the pain that comes from tearing her skin apart she loves the fresh pink scars that are new she loves the old faded brown ones too most people would never understand if the knew they would think she's an alien
this is one of my most favorite poems that i've ever wrote even tho it is very negative