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Scratches
I look into your eyes
Trying to find you there
My gaze drifts down to your arm
The raw scratches, opened up
For the third time today.
I want to burst into tears
Cry for your pain
I try so hard not to be angry
Do you realize that each one
Of those
Scratches
Hurts me as badly as if
It was my arm they were on?
I wish I believed you felt anything. I feel every scratch. I feel every wound. I feel the new ones, put there today, after two months without a single cut, put there because I have no medicine and I know that I won't have any because nobody can be bothered to use the account set up to get it for me. But who cares. It's just me. Bleed, Jenn, bleed. It's only blood.