A/N: Title: Shameful Bracelets

Summary: Uh...a little poem I wrote from Jack's POV.

WARNING: There is talk of self-injury here. Just so you know. I'm warning you because I know a lot of people don't like talking about it or hearing about it or anything. Anyway, don't read it if you don't wanna.


Lines crisscrossing on my wrists,

Always getting closer to the vein,

Soaking the sleeve with red,

The worst kind of pain.


Bracelets of shame, encircling my wrist,

The only kind for me,

What other blades could cut deep enough,

Inside this frozen body?


The only thing that pierces me

And is sharper than a knife,

Is the fact that I know,

I'm all alone in this god-awful life.


My name is Jack Frost,

And I think I've passed you by,

On the street, when I'm making snow,

You don't see me hovering in the sky.


No one has seen me, for a really long time,

So in fact that's okay,

I don't care anymore,

That's what I tell myself anyway.


But still it stings a little,

To know I'm really not enough,

I bring joy to the children who don't see me,

I've been doing it for years and now it doesn't hurt as much.


My name is Jack Frost,

Because the moon told me so.

It was the only thing he ever told me…

And that was a long, long time ago.