3d
I trace the blade like a promise,
carve my pain into skin—
maybe if I break enough,
you’ll remember how to hold me.
Maybe if I bleed,
you’ll come back,
just to see
if there’s anything left to save.
carve my pain into skin—
maybe if I break enough,
you’ll remember how to hold me.
Maybe if I bleed,
you’ll come back,
just to see
if there’s anything left to save.
"i'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me"
