My Life's Pleasures

Dysfunction

I missed you. 

I loved you.

I wanted you forever.

How was that not enough?

I am guilty of a broken heart.

These tears of blood are just a start.

From the pain you've bestowed to me.

I'll never be free.

Forever sentenced to self-destruction.

I am more unstable then ever before.

Thank yourself, you've caused this dysfunction.

This blade will kiss my wrists with clear instruction.

I'll take this silver and make it red.

Hoping that at the end I am dead.

Inching deeper, despite the flaring pain.

From this wound my blood will rain.

In simple yet sick words I say.

I am infatuated with this blade.

It makes my emotions fade.

My sickening and dangerous obsession with pain.