I will eternally force feed myself your pain if that means you will be free from it.
Your hurt is like ******, it makes me a heroine.
Decades of your pain pours through me.
I painted all these scars
Each one cherry red with bright hues.
In hopes it would help you and teach you not to be blue.
Perhaps, if I hold on to all this pain then seeing it on me
A person who's still shiny and new
It will release you
The blood stains me but it hurts less when I have your hands washing it off my wrists and legs.
I spend a lifetime near cold bathroom sinks, pushing myself and body to the brink,
Whether it be drugs or drink your pain surpassed all of these addictions.
Now I'm left to clean up myself now you aren't there to take what's left from my shape.
I suppose it was too much to expect you to do the same now your pain has consumed me.
Did you use me?