i hate my wrists and i hate the way i feel i need to hide them even though i've got nothing to cover up and i want to tear them up with the first sharp thing i can find to at least give myself a reason to hide behind all these bracelets and i've been wanting this for a while now and i'm not sure if that'll ever go away
i want to to tear them up but i'm not allowed and everyone's too nosy anyway so it'd only be a matter of time until they found out
just
like
last
time
but that doesn't make me want it any less.
//I KEEP WANTING THINGS I CAN'T HAVE AND I GUESS YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT//
YOU ARE READING
this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal
