Challenge
Write something honest.
facts
I write on my arms because I like to feel the words sink into my skin
I chew on the inside of my cheeks in an attempt to taste the pain of words misspoken
I too often catch my reflection and fall apart at the sight of my imperfection
I grow cacti to prove to myself that not everything I touch dies, just the fragile ones
I have a tendency to push people away because I'm terrified that they will discover me and I won't be able to hide from myself anymore
I like to pretend my words were not written by me because I like to pretend I'm not nearly as broken as all this
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