she's kissing the monsters under her bed,
careless teeth and burning touches (she
always was self destructive)
and the bruises on her hips still haven't faded
and neither have the scars on her heart
(the stitches got ripped out when she fell
for the feeling of never getting better (for her,
this is better)). it makes her feel alive, just like
the blood dripdripdripping from her wrists.