Why Girls Cut More Than Boys Poem by James McLain

Boys dont have one.
Still they need to see.
Boys dont understand attention.
Like a girl that always bleeds.

It's not about the pain.
The numbness stinging brings.
To share the risk if they find out.
A place that none should be.

The bandage tells it all.
I wear long sleaves.
I leave before my mother tells on me.

I do his laundry if he listens,
just to me.
If it feels alright to me.

And if he understands me.
I open up to him.
No matter how deep the cut might be.
He's always there for me.

When the one's who seemed to cause it.
Just can't see.
So I lift my dress in trust.
And on my inner thigh he cuts.
I feel his razor and it's sting.