Yet

People want the truth

But never want the scars

"You're crazy."

"You need help."

Do they scare you?

These stories on my arms?

Then don't ask me how I am doing

"I'm doing fine." 

Just doesn't cut it

Get it?

Cut it?

No

Saying, "You know, I'm really not all that great,"

Might cut it

Etch it into my skin

It's funny how

Our skin is such an ugly color

And yet

The stuff inside

Is what's beautiful

If only

It didn't kill us 

When we poured it out

I mean,

It hasn't killed me yet

Reviews

[Lykos]

Very interesting, good poem about self harm.
"The stuff inside
Is what's beautiful

If only

It didn't kill us
When we poured it out"

I liked this part, deep.

Well done!

[Correspondence]

Thank you! (I mean, should I be thanking someone in regards to such a unfortunate piece of poetry?).

[Lykos]

It's a great poem, saying thank you is just showing appreciation of someone who can relate to your poem in someway. Even if it is an unfortunate piece of poetry.

[Correspondence]

Um, trigger warning? Oops. Forgot to add that.