How did you begin to drift and distance all your friends you miss?  While once again you ball your fists.  To punch a wall or saw your wrists.  In darkness when you part your skin regardless of it harming kin.  Or harness all your hearts contempt your scarred skin isn’t art its sick.
I get a buzz from a lesion or blood and achieve more than peace when I see what I’ve done.  As the gaze of the average name it rage from a savage I’m labeled insane with no way to get past it.