there isn't any space
for more than one or two
i hope this is enough mom
enough blood for you.
i don't know what it is
about tearing through my skin
all i know is that it feels
as good as ******* sin.  
there is no cure for wanting
there is no cure for lust
but there is a cure for torn up wrists
bandaids hidden in the dust.  
this desire to destroy myself
strong like ***** on your breath.
i hope its okay with you mom
that I'm cutting up the rest.