white sweater
when I should be wearing a red sweater
because the blood from the cuts is bubbling.

last night was a little too harsh
the wind pushed me around
side to side,
up and down.
I get that enough at school
but here
here
was supposed to be an escape from that awful place
that lies.
with safe zone signs
little red triangles
promising that i will not be discriminated against…
but honestly,
I’ve never felt so unsafe in my entire life
I’ve never felt so…
at risk.

I feel myself lie
when they ask who I like
because if I whisper a girl’s name they might say something that makes me break.

this depression has gotten a little too
bad
sad
mad
I’m numb, but not numb to the pain
I don’t have a Band-Aid
and maybe I want them to see what they’ve made me do to me
the self inflicted pain
razor blades
and blood
I’m a pair of tights that’s coming undone
little by little
the hole in my heart
is getting bigger
with every pump of my blood
and I’m a little too done with the broken promises and lies
that I feel when I look at safe zone signs.