| It's starting all over again. There's a pain running down my arm as a hand encircles my wrist and I have to smile and grit my teeth to not cry out. "You're hurting my wrist." And no one even bothers to find out why. It's been too long for them to suspect what had once been a routine. What had once been an almost nightly ritual, if not to ruin, then to stroke and pick at until the blood welled up again in little spots, was returning. It was back. And in full force. I walk with my head to the ground, my eyes on the tips of my shoes as they take the steps to places I don't care to know about. There's jacket sleeves. And the concealer in the bathroom cabinet. There's accessories that can be found throughtout the house. And holding an arm behind a back. I had better reasoning this time however. No more mother. No more father. No more grades. Just me this time around. Just my faults. Just my idiosyncrasies. Don't worry though. I'll try my best to keep it hidden all away. You won't notice unless you look real hard. Which you never do. So I'm not so worried. I can be a good little faker. The End. |
| It's Back by : V |