Connect the lines drawn upon my
Flesh, this is the incurable
Words that are hated upon
My being.

Hater of myself, never to let
My wounds heal, wishing for me
To cut your words deeper, to bleed
your words out of me.

These are a journey of the torment
you have cut into me, all these days
that you spat your hatred, disrespect
Upon my skin, ill cut there words until
they're too deep to stop the bleeding.

I will suffer the sorrow of life now
taken for words cut me deeper than any
words you spoke,  sat there in misery
as the last cut, released all the pain
You breathed upon me,
"Cut me a line of happiness"
Till I bleed smiles instead of **depression.