Handwritten

I've got a story to tell. I write it on my skin with my handy sharp pen. When the words go away I have to write them again so my story will stay. No one looks at it. It's too sad.

 It's an attention seeker.

 It's weird! It's pathetic! 

But it's really just an escape. 

A cry for help to let them know that I don't want to be awake. 

That I'm not ok. 

It's not fine and dandy. All because of you 

Wanna know why?

I'll tell you.

Let me just get my handy sharp pen