and you ask me why i'm always wearing that ugly black sweater
with every single one of my dresses
and my dad asked me if it was to hide all the bracelets i wear
because i know they're meant for a more casual occasion
and he wasn't completely wrong
but how do i explain this in a way
that makes me sound less crazy
how do i explain that when i switch from wristbands to bangles
and suddenly there's more of my wrist exposed
i can't help but hide
or that i don't want people to ask about my bracelets
and why there's so many
and how do i tell you that when i'm putting back on my wristbands
i do it as quickly as i can
because i can't stand the sight of my own wrists
and it's all in my head because there's nothing physically wrong with them
there's no cuts
no bruises, burns, or scars
they're just so blank and i think maybe
what sickens me so much
is that when i look at them all i can think of
are all the thoughts i've had that should never have crossed my mind
and about all the times i've wished that they were anything other than a blank canvas
and only stopped myself because of promises
or maybe just fear of getting caught
so it's always hard for me to come up with reasons
when people ask why i've got so many
or find a way to defend myself when my mom won't stop yelling
about how horrible they are
and how she hopes this is something i grow out of
you know, the bracelets, and those hideous boots, and all those black things i wear
but how do i tell her without sounding like a cliche
that this is not a phase, this is a coping mechanism
and so far it's been the most healthy one i've had
bracelets and bad thoughts // k.
side note: this isn't really meant to be good, or really "poetic" or anything, but it's honestly just something that's been on my mind that i felt i needed to write. i tried to format it sort of like a poem because i would have felt weird putting it here otherwise, like maybe it would have been too black and white to say out loud, but yeah, i'm aware that it sucks. it's all just kind of word vomit to be completely honest.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
this is everything i didn't say
Poesiaand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal