Love, Lancet
Two weeks clean
I feel so independent
I don't even have a
blade
(not on me, anyway,
though Alannah wants
one, I know)
It seems stupid now
Why did I ever cut?
I tried to tell
someone,
times of confidence
eating at break
friends notice I feel
better.
Told Fergus I was
hurting from his vitriol
He apologised, blamed
it
on anger issues.
There's no excuse for
being an asshole.
I just feel no one
understands me.
I hate them all but I
hate myself more.
I feel awful.
I'm so fat and a
massive nerd.
A cow.
A nobody.
Everyone hates me.
Why do I even try?
I have no blade
but I have a pencil
sharpener
and a jeweller's
screwdriver.
Somebody save me?
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