The marks on my arms the needle in my hand. The ugly stabs that was on the tip. I must hide away I must fade somewhere. The rules i must exceed to be perfect. In the eyes of others i’m coated with make up the long sleeves i wear i hide no cuts. The poison i inject in my body it is not drugs that wears out my body that flows in my veins as it crease into my body. I didn’t pass out from the needles it was what i had become it was the need to be perfect It was the need from the needles. I must say… i crave needles and perfection.