You look at me in utter disgust.
because of what I do to my wrist
you turn and walk away.
You don't seem to understand
each time you do that
I long to do it again.
You see me as this screwed up monstrosity,
I try to explain to you
that this is just how I deal with the pain.
You call me names and tell everyone,
why would you make such a terrible mistake?
all I want is my silent scream to be silent.
Am I somehow less than human in your eyes?
Do you look at me and think I am weak?
Does feeling alone make me any diffret from someone else?
Someday you may come to understand,
when your pain gets you so down
that you will seek a coping method.
Let me tell you this
laying this word across my wrist
playing with a gleaming knife
is still better than many of the other choices
Understand we are not monsters
we are just normal people,
people who are looking for a way to survive
