Sitting in a pool of my own blood is what I wanted all along right?
Gritting my teeth as I cut away the last flaw, the last imperfection, the last emotionally stressful thing in my life, the last name I was called by them, who don't understand me..
EMO....emotionally misunderstood outsiders....but those cuts on my wrists don't define me do they?
My beauty unspoken of, my flaws and imperfections apparent to....everyone...and all my problems internally unsolved.
