17 October 2017, 2:25PM
I’m fifteen and have lots
of hidden anxieties.
At school, house, places
it’s all complexities
My mum resigned from
her twenty years company.
To understand my needs
and witness my agony.
I cut my strong wrist but
don’t want to die.
I want to escape the pains
and loves to tie.
The thousand words I read
hundred scars marked.
In my skin it bleeds, I feel
a mask I embarked.
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