Carvings
“Another one”
“Not deep enough”
“Worthless”
“Pathetic”
The things I tell myself as I carve into my skin like its nothing
“You're doing this for attention”
I laugh with my friends and family as if nothing is wrong with me
Left with my thoughts alone in my room
“It's not enough”
Blood trickling down my arm
It stings
As it drips I feel the blood soak through my pants
Drip drip drip
“You’re not enough”
My arm trembles
Step step step
I roll down my sleeve as the blood soaks through
My brother enters my room to hold a short conversation
When he leaves, every thought I had comes back
“Another one”
“Not deep enough”
“Worthless”
“Pathetic”
“You're doing this for attention”
“It's not enough”
“You’re not enough”
More carvings
I sleep as my arm stings
Waking up with all the dried up blood on my arm
And the cycle repeats