I always hid behind
timid smiles and
soft hellos.
I was afraid
of you,
of how you could
make me feel,
without even knowing
I existed..
Until today.
I asked you.
"What do you think of me?"
You answered.
"i dont."

(and just like that
ten cuts appeared,
half the bottle was gone,
and i was laying on the bathroom floor
in a pool of
my blood,
my tears,
and my shame)