My eyes shot open,
the early morning sun burning them,
my body glistens with sweat,
in the sunlight,
tears are still running down my face,
i can't control them,
then comes the pain,
my arms,
they're cut again,
the skin never breaks,
but,
the scratches are always deep enough,
to leave a few scars,
i clutch them to my chest,
i want to hide the markings from the world,
i don't want to see the pity in their eyes,
this time,
was different,
instead of me causing the pain,
in my nightmare,
someone else did,
i couldn't tell who,
the pain made me not focus on my attacker,
this time,
i am truly afraid.
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i made this account when i was in the 8th grade! can you imagine? I CANT.