It was easy.

And it was easy for us

We could be ourselves,

However we wanted

And we wrote on our bones

Scratched ink into skin,

To remind us

Of things we wanted to forget.

But then it wasn't easy anymore

When we realised

That everything wasn't

As beautiful

As we first thought is was.

Things could hurt us,

More than a small fight

With a friend could

Or losing something important.

And that hurt in itself,

That we had no control

Over the things that hurt us

That other people could hurt us,

But sometimes not as much

As we could hurt ourselves.