I break my teeth and destroy my hands, my nails bother me like an itch that shouldn't be scratched. I bite my nails and destroy their beauty, making fingers look like splinters like something that needs to be fixed. I bite my nails ‘cause there’s nothing left to do, Because thinking is screaming and I don't want to hear it. I bite my nails, and I leave there destroyed pieces on the floor, like headstones in a burial ground. I bite my nails and hope the sound hides the invisible tears or nonexistent sniffles. I bite my nails and know that it's the only thing I have control over in a life that's not mine.
I bite my nails to adknowledge that i'm fine.