a little scratch on my tanned skin
a little hope lost from a bad dream
just a cut on my left hand it seemed
so light I didn’t notice
Here was a lie constantly fed by an American spoon
just a scratch from a childhood game
came to me as a great excuse
Perhaps, a cat ran loose.
Silly you with all these colorful bracelets
a mere fashion to hide the scar unfading
Have you been crying?
well my tear ducts opened and collapsed an ocean of water but could I truly say?
From a bad dream
just I screamed
Nope, it wasn’t a wound
just a lie
somewhere I heard
this tear was hard to conceal
rather showed how “another try”
so close enough
to let me die.
Hey, I cut myself.