Rubber Bands

Trigger Warning: self-harm

there are lines on my wrist

inches deep, no blade can come close

i close my eyes but i can still feel it

like a devil come to take me home

the cuts inch closer, i hide my arms

like a child scared of the dark

someone's singing in my ear

breath in, breath out

there's no voice, just the sear

and the prospect of a promise broke

i pull the band; new bracelet no one understands

strange tick, enough pain to make the feeling stick

there are lines now, but not as they could be

instead they're the only things keeping me clean