These scars on my wrists
are from when I was pissed
uncontrollable anger
silent screams of unspoken words
I see stories
you see scars
lines of defeat
wounds of strength
Self mutilation feels better than you think
especially when your blood rises and your skin turns pink
constant competition between mind and body
both so weak you all you can do is fall
You say you “understand”
but nobody ever will
not even me.
-Harley