You never do

I sliced up my legs.
I watch as they turn red.
The right hurts more than the left.
Funny thing, I didn't cry.
I screamed and I banged my fists against my thighs.

This.
This is what happened to me when I am frustrated.
Now I can look at what anger has done.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
It isn't red anymore.
And it won't scar by the time I see you.

No matter how hard, or how much.
I never get traces of hurt on my skin.
I don't get scars that last forever.
My skin goes back to the way it looks.
I am not human then.
I do not feel human.
I feel other.



I want to go back to sleep... for a couple of days.


Peace.