i'm in the headspace knowing i'll never be anything ever than an object.
i am used and torn but i can't feel.
i don't want to feel.
i enjoy feeling like nothing can hurt me but the only thing that does anything to me is my own twisted mind.
no one can hurt me but i dig at myself like i'm scratching for a new person but i know it will always be me.
it's always me.
i am bleeding and my blood signifies that i am still in this body,
this wretched body.
one day i hope i stop bleeding,
one day i'll be okay when i am gone.
