I See Invisible Tears

The days are long,
the nights are short.

The thoughts are there,
always there.

Creeping up on me,
possessing me.

I grab my scissors,
I roll up my sleeve,
I pull down my bracelets.

Tis time again.

I breath,
and place it to my skin,
loving the way it makes me feel.

I run it across my wrist,
and watch blood seep through.

I run it on my skin,
over and over again.

Until it welts and burns.

I look the next day,
at my arm,
and see long X shapes,
I see dried blood,
I see invisible tears.