TG- SH

[I’ll try to stop writing about it after this. It’s just been rough. We’ll see I guess.]

The girl at the sink won’t roll up her sleeves

Hoping and praying that nobody sees

Covered

She laughs with her friends pretending it’s fine

They don’t know she’s dying inside

A mask

Alone in her room where colors fee muted

Battling the thoughts that whisper “just end it”

Depression

Now these lines are etched into her skin

The self hatred like acid burning within

Pain

A punishment

Just the pain of existing, it cuts like that knife

Starting to wondering if it’s worth living this life

Death

These cuts and these scratches they burn bright red

Starting to wonder if I’d rather be dead

Ending