it decorated my wrists, years and years ago,
all alone in my bathroom,
in the basement,
underground
cold and crying
full of shame,
full of sadness
with my flesh split wide open
the stinging pain
was my reliever
and i didn't cry because of the emotions anymore
it was very brief
but it was happiness,
and in that moment
i was free.
free of who i was
a person full of emotional pain
digging,
clawing
in her brain
and reborn was i,
when the blade split across my skin
and the fire poured out.
burning,
hissing,
screaming
but the pain isn't in my head
so i'm happy
or maybe it was because i felt like i deserved it
I deserved the pain in my head and sprouting out of my wrist
because i'm the worst person i know.
