BENEATH MY SLEEVES

Beneath my sleeves,

Lies a secret nobody knows.

Buried in the darkness of deception and lies.

Nobody knew the truth behind all of it,

Only the girl who owns them all.

All night she lies awake,

Hoping and begging God,

No one would put her in shame.

She could then continue creating art despite her agony.

She drags it across her skin,

The bitterness and sweetness she experienced,

Never being able to explain.

No one understood why she would hurt herself,

With no reason she said,

But the lies kept building within.

Questions arose as to how pain could be the cure.

But she knew too damn well,

For her inner peace,

A sacrifice must be made.

A pain-free life can never be achieved,

It has marked its territory.

We all have a choice,

However, the discomfort makes me feel alive.

As the razor kissed her skin, she feels anguish.

Her sleeves turn red, forming a stain, and a smile appears.

The only evidence of my survival is the wounds I bear.

I notice these marks every time.

Without a way out, my heart aches.

My mind begins to replay the experience,

bringing up painful memories in waves.

I was given over to the darkness by the light.

When I entered Death's house of darkness, it hugged me.

I suppose I was destined to endure suffering forever.

Now that I've gone home to the fallen angels,

I live in the dark forever.

until our last separation.