a/n: i admit, i've overposted in general for the past few days. you have to understand, it's been a very long time since i've had an fp account that i actually use. i can't stop myself from sharing poetry that i've had hidden for ages:) or else posted on other, less-frequented sites lol.

it could have turned out that way
if i were a little different
instead of pathetic white lines
etched on my papery skin
i could have been one of Those Girls
with the tragic wrists
and long sleeves
and the oozing blood

but me, i was too scared
too responsible, too ashamed
i was gentle on myself
when all i wanted to do
was rip/dig/shred deep, deeper
but i never let myself go,
never satisfied my urge to tear myself open
and see what spilled out of me -
blood, tears, or ink.

half of me one girl,
half of me another
and now i'm just another statistic
just another yesterday