Im fine
You see the holes carved into my skin
You say what happened
“Itchy bug bites”
no no that’s not what it is
You see the lines etched deep in my flesh
You ask again
“Playing with my cat” no no no
Lies again
Why do you always wear loose clothes
Comfort
That’s only part of the answer
They cling in ways that don’t hurt the blood stained wounds
You look so sad
No no
Just tired
Lies again
Holes from the burns
Picked at the scabs
Lines in my flesh
Sharpen my knife
Bags under my eyes
From nights spent thinking about the weapons in my room
Any one could be used
How quick it could be over
Sometimes I look over the edge and see how easy it could be to jump
Walk through the street wishing for cars
Drivers paying no heed
You ask if I’m okay
All I’ll say is
I’m fine
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You are one in a million. That means there are 320 of you in the U.S. Find yourself. Create an army. Overthrow the government of a small midwestern town. Hi... I am a spoken word poet and that is the format the majority of my work will be. Some of these are work from the heart and some I did for school. I am a actor, a horseback rider, a sister, a member of the LGBT+ community, and an extreme introvert. I love kids, Netflix, video games, my pets, and I suck at every language I try other than Latin. (weird I know) I'm a Pisces on the Aires cusp. I act a whole lot like it too.
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