Sick Fantasy

Just know that what you will read…

All my pain is inside.

I know it is- I feel it,

But still I am not satisfied-

It's not enough- I need to see it.

I look down at my wrist and adore

The swollen, red cuts from the night before.

The next time you see me,

You see my cuts- my pain

But you don't say anything-

Instead you look away.

I still saw your expression

And I am satisfied

Because now you know

How it is I feel inside.

…Is all a part of my sick fantasy.