i can’t cry so i learnt to use my veins instead
when i feel blue my skin paints red
guess the numbness blocks tears too
they can’t flow so blood will do
cold air is kinda warm really
cos then the scars they can’t see
promise i won’t take my life (maybe)
i just tend to seek relief from a knife
like a breath of fresh air
im okay i swear
you call it self harm
to me its self care














