Punched a wall,
bloodied my hands,
got blood on the floor
when I broke down pounding on the floor.
A knife...
There was more blood.
There will be scars.
Haven't looked anyone in the eye for days.
Haven't opened my mouth in about as long.
Sometimes paralyzed.
Let a match
burn down to my fingers
to break the stillness.
Crushed it out, a black smear on the wall;
A knife...
There was more blood.
There will be scars.
Haven't looked anyone in the eye for days.
Haven't opened my mouth in about as long.
Sometimes trembling.
Eating less than enough.
Keeping myself sick and drugged.
Walls, floor, hands, and chest.
The ceiling's all that's left
of the things I'll damage
to make this all feel better.
The blood only makes it better.
