being fourteen

being age fourteen was a horrible time for me.
my grades were low,
i was detached from my friends,
my mum was trying to help me learn in all the wrong ways.
i self harmed for the first time that year.
i remember the object, i remember the hour, i remember the reasons.
i even remember where the scar was placed.
it’s healed enough now that no one would know, but i know.

in that year, i experimented with what i could hurt myself with:
a knife,
a blade,
a compass,
a ruler,
my nails,

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