These sharp edges gushing blood
something warm
something numb
this is all I have to give
these little lines
for all to see
they see pink
they see scabs
they see this wretched
young female
in this world to succeed and die
I hold this life in these hands
that pierce something squishy something warm
something that shines
a colorful red
marks the skin
and betrays your mouth
of beautiful words that’s all lies
so they don’t see that you aren’t well.