Look

What do I do
What do I write
How do I express
How do I let go

How do I convince myself
How do I see why

Cutting is wrong
And why people hate it

The times I did I was satisfied

I could look down
and see the lines
of the night before

I could see the reflection
of how cutting helped me forget

Helped me forget the past
The people, The neglect
The lonely times I spent in silence

The satisfaction
I gained from distraction

And most of all
I gained self-control
over how to get people to care

Because all I had to do
was pull up my sleeve and say

"Look."