Tell Someone

I do things

But nobody knows what I do

I do bad things

Terrible things

To myself

And I want to talk about it

To someone

But there's no one there

Except...

But I don't know...

 

I hide things

With long sleeves

I can't show anyone

No one can read it

Or hear it

Or I'm in trouble

Although I just started

Writing

Over and over...

On my skin...

 

I don't want to give away too much

Because then they'll figure it out

And they'll know

Things...

I don't want them to know...

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[AMetaphoricalSoul]

I wrote this when I was about fifteen so don't go reading too much into it