Warning: mature themes, such as self harm, abuse, etc.

The crimson lines on your wrists,
Are not battle scars,
And in the bruises on your skin,
I do not see constellations or stars.
Because the cuts haven't healed,
Always more appearing brand new,
And the bruises shouldn't be romanticized,
As if it's not a horrible thing to do.
In this day and age,
We lie and we pretend,
And pretty things up,
So they are acceptable again.
We cure abuse with fake words,
And say the depressed have been healed,
As if the way to solve rape,
Is to have 'the effect' killed.