When your a cutter
you notice different things.
You notice
How some people
only wear long sleeves
and pants
even on the hottest days of Summer.
You notice the red cuts
when bracelets slip down in class.
You notice
People's empty eyes
and the way they tug away
when someone grabs their arms
and you glance the room looking at peoples wrists
searching for scars,
just like yours.
(h.v)
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
