My skin became raw, still I continued to scrub.
You had to be removed somehow, I couldn't stand the scent of you on my wrists, and my lips as I breathed in, I smelt you there and it burnt my lungs.

"Please, please" I whispered to the darkness.
"Take my soul, but end this torture" I begged, I pleaded but they wouldn't grant my wish.

They stood by and laughed as I tried to remove the stain of you on my heart.