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.