I scrap every last rhyme off of my body, comes off with my skin
And put them in this screen.
Others think they're really deep
Only if they do not need
Much time to be understood.
I hate it when i have to cut off parts of my skin and hide them in the dark for good.

I cut myself with a sharp knife
It wasn’t on purpose I swear
I feel the pain  
I Think I fainted
Never have I ever seen this much blood before
It was all over the bathroom floor
One sick thought I got
“collect my blood In a little jar”
And that I did
But then I got to think
I realized It was sick
I washed the blood of the jar
And called my mom saying
That I dropped the knife on my foot
Wasn’t on purpose nur so good
I waited for her to come home

my blood on our bathroom floor