Long sleeves

 I feel the breeze hit my wrists,

then I see people staring at it.

They don’t understand why I did this,

'cause they will never feel like I did.

It fades with time,

but I see every line.

I wait for them to heal;

‘cause it’s not a big deal,

isn’t it?

I don’t want my mom to find out,

‘cause I know she will freak out.

What if she doesn’t love me anymore?

My only reason to stay would exist no more.

Just when I think it’s over,

it starts again — stronger than ever been.

People say I’ll regret it in the future,

but without this I wouldn't have one.