Off-Limits

We've only been friends for two years

but I can see the scars on her wrist.

(those horizontal lines all in a row)

And I can't say anything

because some topics are off-limits! not allowed!

And I don't know who made that rule

but it wasn't her and it wasn't me

And I just want to tell her that she is beautiful.

And that she doesn't need to carve in her beauty

with a Knife.

That she is not some blank forgotten canvas

she is a masterpiece, she is a work of art

That she is more than a sob story

she is the triumph of good over evil.

But I am not permitted to acknowledge a single scar

(by these rules from whoever the hell wrote them)

because God forbid someone feels uncomfortable

God forbid them see a child eating away at themself

from the inside and out

Because apparently someone's comfort is more important

than a life.

And apparently my comfort 

is more important than her life

because I only silently watch

for a new line.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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