it’s only when things starts manifesting physically that alarm bells get sounded.
the bruises on your knuckles. the injury on your forehead, the gaping wounds on your arms.
sure, it was about the pain. but it was also about being seen. it was about having a visual representation of the turmoil inside. it was the hope i harboured that maybe, someone would care.
it’s been a while since i’ve resorted to hurting myself. in some ways, i think it’s me healing, me growing up. me learning that i have a voice, a voice that can say “i need help, could you help me?” most times i’m still too afraid to ask. but it is comforting to have the knowledge that i could maybe lean on someone—
when i’m ready.
a face in the crowd 