I counted them out; fifty, fifty new scars to remind me I'm not alright. Fifty new lines telling me its not ok anymore. cut my arms till it hurt to move, watched it bleed. washed it off and looked it over, realized I carved words this time in my fit, I sat there watching droplets forming quickly around the letters, they pool and run down my arm, rinse it off again, wrap it up and hide it away under my hoodie so no one sees what I've done, forever scarred now by four little letters, marked with my hate........
