I do not want to die
I wanted to exist somewhere else
Like the scratches on my wrist
That projects the pain in my chest
But that's the point
The scratches i engrave to my wrists
Are proof that I do not want to end this life
I want to resuscitate in another life
In another form
Maybe if I scratch hard enough
Deep enough
Maybe if I peel more skin
I would change in form
I would be brand new
The purpose is not to drain my blood
From removing my skin
But maybe I would be different
People would see me differently
See my worth
See my pain
See my strength
Maybe I would see it too
The purpose I keep searching in my existence
How can I find something that is not here

(E.G)