You wreak
Of blood.
You muderer!*
I only hurt myself.

Alcohol is
My anguish-
Agony-
My ******* Lucifer
Saving me and
leaving me empty.

Oh god,
Let me carve again-
I was made without your mark,
Bathed in too much flesh
And tiny breaths
To fully feel alive.

Little loveless Juliet
She sits and burns another cigarette
While thinking of new ways
To push feelings far away.

When I was small
I was afraid that a monster
Would cut me up
Eat me alive
Or hold me captive.
As I got older,
I grew into that foreign being
Cutting,
Eaten away by bred in thoughts,
Holding myself captive in
A tortured mind.
It makes me sick
When people say
Monsters don't exist.