Time,like my mind, runs wild.

I bask in my cold breath, letting out little sobs,

My chest pressed against my knee.

Every inch of me, built to mask my pain.

Shoved. Bruised. Used. I sat there, confused.

The things I let slide, now carved in my brain.

Help! It’s hard to explain.

Hide the mirror, I’ll hide my figure.

The scars on my wrist, evidence of a warrior.

I tug at my chest, haunted by the memory of a fool.