Sketching on my danger days is very charming,
and it covers up that fact that I’m self-harming.
It personifies that Pain I feel in a way they can see.
Of course, the black and white doodles don’t help me.
Especially when there are secrets beneath my sleeves,
especially when there are lies between each heave –
of sorrow, of cheer, of exhaustion, and of fear –
hidden in those lost breaths are scars unhealed.
I do all I can to keep your stories straight,
so that you only see the self-love costuming my self-hate.