Scratches on the arms.
I’ll sit there and look at them,
Trying to think of an excuse of how it happened.
“I fell and scrapped my arm”
I don’t think that they’ll believe it.
Why make excuses?
Maybe it’s just so that I don’t have to explain.
Explain why I did it,
And how I feel.
I did it.
Yes I did.
It will heal.
Of course it will.
I won’t kill myself.
I don’t have the balls to do it.
I never did,
And I believe I never will.
Hopefully my life won’t get to that point.
But at the moment,
They are just scratches.
~Chikara~