Yes, those are scars

That blade did not slip, and this was no accident


For some reason I thought that if

the pain on the outside was great enough,

maybe I wouldn’t feel the wrenching

of my heart in my chest, the clenching

That by taking my grief out on my skin,

that I could release it from my soul


Making half-hearted attempts at disguising,

But really, I wanted you to see, I wanted you to care!

It just so happened that the cold air

Turned this tissue to a darker shade

So you could see the tangle I had made

On that wrist


But your anger was not what I needed

and I knew I should have heeded

the knowledge I have gained

from trying to explain

to you

in the past

The End

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