Graffiti

I heard the screams from miles away

But the screams came from inside of me

I look down at my hands

I don't even know the back

But the wrists

The wrists have changed

Once perfect skin

Has turned into graffiti

Like graffiti on a school desk

Dents

Marks

And for what?
Emotion?

Attention?

No

for someone to care

My body is now graffiti

Because all I wanted

was someone to care

Reviews

[The Violent Wolf]

i like the imagery here and how it's like in the person head, the thoughts