No One Knows Me

No one knows me like the razor blade
Like blood stains on sleeves
Like a trail of scars on brown skin hidden by hoodies in July
Or worn proudly like faded medals from wartime
No one knows me like ink stains on my fingertips
Like longing
Like regret
No one know knows me like numbness where there should be pain
And pain where there should be life


Pride or Prejudice

Sometimes I find it hard to decide

If the remnants of razorblade tears
Are a sign of strength or weakness
A blessing or a curse
To be hidden or worn proudly

On the one hand
I survived
I persevered
I endured

But then
I fell
I faltered 
I caved