Alone in a hall with grasping walls tearing away sanity as skin from flesh flaying control into murderous rage splattering my soul to every inch of this cage Climbing walls inside my mind locked into self-abuse a selfish crime at least it's mine nothing to share no one to scare Bloodletting in ink on my page of salvation these lines let me sink from my torturous elation 012204~4.12p
Using poetry to redirect cutting and self-abuse impulses. It works.