TW-SH

I know the layers of skin

I’ve experienced them all

All exposed to the world, all

exposed to what should have been hidden by the comfort of many layers

but the world is cruel.

Somedays safe places are full of screams and tears

Somedays blood finds itself pooling out of small valleys along my arms

Out into a world it shouldn’t have to experience.

Somedays we have no way to express our pain

We make ourselves our art piece

Carving out of our skin

Painting with red

Its not healthy I know

How do I deal with the hell they call life?