In my unhappy childhood
(but that is behind me now, and Megan says forget it)
I used to bite my hands.
The pain said I was real
The white marks on pale skin pale witness
To the pain underneath.

Is that why you draw red lines down your arms
Carefully sketching an outline of your agony with broken glass?
Is that why you prize your bruises like rewards
Or strange medals earned in some strange battle of dark versus grey?
Is this your unhappy childhood? (continued?)
Tell me, cos I need to know

'Definitely maybe'

Yes or no?

I don't have a title for this one. Some things there aren't any names for, or too many.