She couldn't stop. suffering by herself. lying to people's faces.
Even though she knew the support would be there if she needed it, she dealt with the pain by herself.
Last thing she needed was to have someone look at her like a broken doll on an antique shelf.
For days on end, there was no stopping.

Hiding her truth behind the fake smile she painted every morning.
All she wanted was for the pain to go away, but she kept blaming herself.
Right across her arms, her thighs, stomach even.
Momentarily, for those quick cuts she felt fine, good even. until she couldn't stop.

-november 17, 2024