It burns and burns,
But I get addicted.
As the blood seeps out
Of the cuts I have made.

Ugly, Fat, *****, Selfish,

Each line represents those calling of names.
As I cry at night,
In hope of a meaning.

I have thought of it at times,
And never did I have,
But the pleasure I got was beyond the way.

One slice,
Two slice,
Three slice,
A fourth.

I smiled in pain as the blade dropped to the floor.

I wish I could run
run as far as I can
till my feet are weak
and I collapse on the floor

to get away from this place
a place that wasn't home
to feel happy and sad
but not yelled at all alone

to look into the sky
without a care in the world
and sit on the grass
in hopes of love

to run is my wish
for a better home