you're breaking again

into s

and you're screaming

silently

{ because maybe you enjoy the blood

tricklingswellingdancing

over your skin

on the blade

on your fingers }

your scars are a

~story~

of pain and hate,

lies and fatfatfat and notgoodenough

vivid and red

on pallid skin

you dream of a life

where love is

r e a l

'cause who'd love a

k

like you?

{ no one. no one. }

friendless.

worthless.

empty.

dead.

hah.

goodbye