Purify me

3/10/19

I cant seem to make

Enough cuts,

I'm running out of space

On my body.

I collect the dark crimson blood

And drag it across my legs

Until it's all stained

Red.

I'm so tired of this,

The cuts are never deep enough

I didn't make enough of them.

Right now I'm really regretting

Letting you make me second guess

My gut,

What I knew had to be done.

But I'd like to thank you,

You've taught me a valuable lesson;

Dont let other people

Talk you out of

What you know

Is the right thing

To do.

I'm just waiting for the reaper

To come and take me,

But why is he taking

So damn long.