Alternative
Sometimes I feel myself
Willing to cry
And sad over nothing
I can remember
That would make me upset
So to keep my eyes dry
I find another way
To let out
my upset frustration.
Most people like me
Would go for the blade,
The razor removed
From the eyeliner sharpener.
But I fear sharp things
So I lay in my bed
And scratch at my arms
With my oddly sharp nails
Till they’re stinging and raw
With pink lines and trails.
The skin is left numb
And so is my mind
Plus this harm is temporary
And no one can see
That I have done something
Out of the ordinary.
(2013)
