all blood, no tears

i felt like destroying something beautiful *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I want to scream and I want to cry.

I hate to admit it but I want to die.

I want to stop this constant hurt.

to stop the voices in my head.

to never get out of bed again.

to stop cutting up my skin,

like it's paper and the blade a pen.

but i'm in love with art and i can't stop

every cut is one step closer to finishing my artwork.

once I finish, the lines soon fade

until the little white lines appear

and if I make a mistake,

I'll cut and cut

until blood covers it up

then I'll start over,

on a clean canvas

and once the lines heal,

I'll trace them

again

and again