A cry for help is a cause for alarm. Self harm carves tales in pale arms. Scars form like lines scored in old boards and tree bark, graffiti of hearts broke in the park. tattoos use ink. A penknife will ooze blood into sinks.
Introspection is a writhing vivisection. cutting deep, fists clench and twist bending ribs with wrenching wrists. Rending bars apart the cradle that cribs the heart
that drums a beat like bells that rung your death knell from the first to last breath your lungs have expelled. A tongue to tell and eyes to see, a mind to be, a heart to feel. Vivid Vivisection, It hurts to heal.
You can relax, I don't cut myself it's just a poem.