ill throw away my blades this time

it hurts
but at least
I don’t have to
think about you

**** I messed it up
                                  I mess everything up

I'm a ******* failure

Kms means **** myself
Except it doesn't
It means this *****
So when I say kms
Just know that I'm suffering
But I don't actually wanna die
Because when I do
I keep it in
And it'll go away
Cms
That's an acronym I'd use
It means cut myself
And when I say that
I actually mean it
Like now
Or 2 nights ago
Or 2 weeks ago
Each time a new spot
But a spot no one can see
My hips
My stomach
The skin under my *****
It's a habit I can't break
An addiction I can't go to rehab for
I'm fine
I promise.

Your love
Is drier than a desert
It isn't sweet without the "s"

My color is blue
Because color flew away
Like a passing wind that blew

My defense is

My life is black and white
Because my eyes go blank
When I lose sight of light in darkness

Often I remember

My right hand is bruised
Because I can't write the
Education that I have left

My left hand is bruised
Because I can't right
The wrongs that I've felt

In my life

I've felt sadness
Now she's left
She is quite sad and depressed

As I cry an epithet

I cut deeper into my veins
In vain
Painting it all red
And turning my skin into canvas
The deeper I go
The more I have to bleed
More blood will flow
As I bleed to uncertain death
She lives as a memory on my wrist

A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silver blade against a wrist
Tears falling down to lips unkissed
Ignore her and she won't exist
She's not that kind you'll come to miss