Rust bent scars
Bulging viens
Was it a big mistake?
****** infused blades
Rehab worthy skin
Never to return home again.
Constantly reassured
Taking comfort in the pain

White eyes screeched otherwise

Wasted youth--
I never stopped
Scar removal creme,
and **** colored lip balm.
Pipe cleaner wrists
Was how it all stacked.
The demons made a nest
And never flew back
Maybe I was *****
My blade was the substance
And I needed more
And I was going the distance.