In Her Eyes

In Her Eyes

Another summer day I have to stay hidden. I felt the burning through my sleeves of my fresh cuts. But this boy approached me, he seemed nice. I said yes to a date with him. It was almost 100 degrees out and I'm still wearing long sleeves, I hope he doesn't notice. I haven't talked to him since that day but here he is now, staring at me. He started crying and I realized right away what he saw. I hid my arms very quickly and to his surprise he grabbed them back, he bent down and kissed every single scar one by one. I started crying, I could hardly tell him "thank you." It meant the world that someone didn't judge for once. When he drove me home he asked me to be his, I didn't give him an answer. I ran inside quickly to my room, I got out my razors and being making my "masterpiece." But that was 3 days ago. I can't say yes to him, nobody loves a depressed girl, nobody can love one either. How can you love someone who's broken?