You were too
Careless

To handle
My
Fragile
Clay
Heart.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

I read online
When I was probably just 14 or 15 years old
That most people don't stop until their 20's
And it scared me
But I thought
"No, I'll stop right now"

But I didn't.
I couldn't.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

And now that I'm older
It hurts more to try to hide it
And now that I have people that care about me
Often times they don't understand why this part of my life is still relevant
And all I can say to make them understand is

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I just had to.
I drew blood.

My blood is red
Danger
The moon shines white
Purity

If I bathe in moonlight each night
Could I wash the sin off of me?

It's okay you don't like me
it's okay because
I like someone else now
it's not a different boy
it's me.