I Tried

Scrawling crimson love notes into my waist
I can't help but feel that I'm so useless
A pale peach perfection destroyed by haste
I'm feeling your tears that were so needless
Slicing scarlet scratches to feel that I'm here
Need your touch to make it magically heal
The actions my far from virgin flesh fears
I'm sorry for the way this makes you feel
Slashing red memories into my thighs
Whilst regretting the day I brunt my soul
Carving in my inevitable lies
But I need your love to feel in control
Burgundy markings forever my friend
Deep down screaming apologies unheard
I'm cutting a path to meet with the end
The pain is wasted on minds over-stirred