people always wondered
why she had four rubber bands around her wrist
and she then had to explain
once again another lie
she’d never tell anyone the truth about the bands
she’d never speak a word of how they helped push away the pain
or how they help her fight her demons
she’d make up tens and hundreds of excuses
“they’re for my hair, silly”
“well, it’s for my art project”
the lies we’re never ending
since nobody knew the truth
maybe one day she’d convert
to alcohol, to razors, to something with much more to contain
it all started with one simple day when she felt unwanted
~ may 2, 2013 // 10:15 pm