Why did I just do that
Why did my eye catch the point of something metal
Why did I feel the need to bring it to my skin
Sure, no blood was drawn
But the welts will last for days
Why did I etch those all familiar tally marks once more onto my hip
Hasn't that bit of skin felt enough pain
Why did I do that
I thought I was happy
I thought I wouldn't need to do that again
Why did I etch my pain into my skin
Each tally
For a year my parents have been divorced
I made these tallies twice to resemble the years I felt my father's betrayal
Why in all the sciences did I do this
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
