Hiding

I can't stop bleeding
The bandage doesn't work
There's too much blood
But maybe I'll heal throughout the night
The next morning I feel my arms aching
I feel it sting with any movement or touch
Maybe I should stop
But I can't
It's the only way to get rid of pain
And yet it ain't always enough
Sometimes I have to go deeper
But those take time to heal
They'll probably leave a scar
So I'll wear long sleeve shirts, even in the summer
And if anybody asks why I wear long sleeve
I'll tell them the sun burns my skin
That I'm sensitive
Cus' that's the only way they'll believe me
At least that is what I hope
But since nobody cares or notices
It won't matter what I wear
If I put on a sweater
Or a tank top
I'll just keep bleeding at night
& smiling at day

Hiding.
Hiding Is The Best Thing, But Only If U Can Get By The Elsewhere Laughing.
Hiding & Hurting.
Hiding & Journaling.
Hiding Keeps Up With Safekeeping, Privacy.
Cleverly Hiding Makes Hiding, Hiding.
Hiding.

The tourniquet I hold
While stopping the bleeding
Does nothing to pause the pain in my heart.
While my wound heals,
A scar sealing physicality
The moment of the strike
Will never leave my mind.