I lock myself in the bathroom.

Trying to drown the yelling by covering my ears.

I

Feel

Like

Screaming.

But a peep doesn't come out.

What's wrong with me?

I take the razor sharp scissors,

And put the cold steel next to my skin.

I take a deep breath.

And then I drag it along my skin slowly and involunatrily.

For the 14th time this week.

It's just a phase is what I tell myself.

But as I remember,

I told that to myself last week,

And the week before,

and the week before that.

And then I ask myself,




When will I be free?