Just One Of The Things I Regret

I did it
Two
Nights ago.

Nothing too
Serious - Just
Stupid.

I got
Information
That I hated.

Because it wasn't
Fair. Also wasn't
My fault.

And I couldn't
Do anything
About it.

So I went to bed.
I cried.
I got a blue pen.

I pulled up my
T-shirt sleeve.
I wrote.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
I wrote it
Again and again.

On the same
Spot. It kinda
Hurt. A bit.

I was upset.
I was angry.
I was being reckless.

The next morning.
Blue on my white
T-shirt.

That night.
I go to wash it off.
Only most comes off.

Red marks
Of the words I wrote.
And slight blue ink.

The second night later -
Tonight -
Still a little ink left.

And red marks.
Look,
And the words are readable.

I kinda wish
I hadn't done it.
Mum might see.

Oh well.
Probably - hopfully -
It'll be gone before she does.

I wonder
When it will go?
I'll have to wait. And see.

Love from, Me.
xx