I need to tear it all out,
Need to rip it all apart.
I need to destroy,
Need to hurt.
I have to get rid of
These stitches
So I can bleed.
Bleed all the pain away.
But they won't let me.
They don't get
How it helps me.
Figures.
They're made of porcelain.
They've never been
Abandoned,
Unloved,
Excluded.
They don't know
What it is
To
Need suffering,
Need agony,
Need blood.