I craved the feeling,
Of being teared open.
I need my skin to split.
I need it to pour out,
For the thoughts to disappear.
So I relapsed.
I took my tool,
And slit my wrists.
And as the crimson oozed,
My pain went with it.
Seeping onto the floor,
Drop by drop,
My memories leaving my body,
Until there was nothing left,
Not even me...