Sharp Objects
TW: Trigger Warnings
I played with knives
Testing how sharp it would cut me
Pinching the tip with my thumb
Just to fill up my curiosity
How red my blood could be
At first it was a drop
Gradually it became bigger
Now I cut my wrist
Just to numb the pain
Because I have too many
Curses to spew
Hate words to chew
Inside this fickle little mind of mine
Hurting myself felt more
Like an addiction
Instead of punishment
Crushing my hope
Breaking my dream
Cut off the sanity
Spat out the positivity
And embraced the negativity
Like an old friend
Who came by just to destroy
Everything that I have built
When I bleed and
The bloods dried
The stains stayed
Decayed throughout time
Blackened throughout the night
But it never became
Anything more than a mark
It did not become a moss
Nor a life suddenly bloomed out of it
It became a memory of
How much I have tried to love myself
But failed countlessly
