The love I lost ....
Never felt as bad as ....
The pain I gained....
From losing you. ....
The feeling of a knife ....
Corseting my skin....
As the blood slowly ....
Runs down my skin.....
The pain is unreal....
But it’s the only pain ....
That I can control in....
This so called life of mine.....
It’s not an escape ....
But it’s a relief of stress....
From my life....
That apparently I’ve messed up.....
The scars on my body ....
Are there for everyone to see.....
To figure out what I have....
Been doing to myself.....
The corseting feeling ....
Of the knife on my skin,....
Blood slowly flowing down....
My skin.....
