Pink water
I see the blood
Go from my thigh
To the floor
It still hurts
And the bleeding
won’t stop soon
But I don’t worry
I know my mom is busy
She won’t hear me cry
I think about
What I did
To get here
Months ago when
I first cut
I didn’t know
What I was doing
But once I realized
Those scars would always
be there
I could never stop
I felt like I needed to do it
So that people could now that
even if I’m smiling
I feel like I’m falling apart
This poem is about:
Me