I associate you with cutting
With stabbing myself in the chest
With two hours of
Eggshell silence
I associate you with heat
With the natural flushing of my face
And the redness of my wrists
You and the word strain
Make a rhyme in my head
You see my cuts, you hate them so
I hate you so, for seeing them as they are
I associate you with cutting,
Since every time I think of you,
My wrists begin to sting.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC
I associate you with cutting
With stabbing myself in the chest
With two hours of
Eggshell silence
I associate you with heat
With the natural flushing of my face
And the redness of my wrists
You and the word strain
Make a rhyme in my head
You see my cuts, you hate them so
I hate you so, for seeing them as they are
I associate you with cutting,
Since every time I think of you,
My wrists begin to sting.
