Every cut and every incision,
Reminds me that this is my decision.
Every scream and every cry,
Furthers my intent to die.
Every gash and every tear,
Proves that I no longer care.
Every plea and every lie,
Exposes reasons to say goodbye.
Every mark and every scar,
Reveals the story of how I got this far.
Every stagger and every sway,
How did I ever become this way?
Every puncture and every slit,
Is evidence of my willingness to quit.
Every sliver and every piece,
Myself as a whole, starting to decrease.
Every lesion and every bruise,
Makes it clear that I'm going to lose.
Every pulse and every throb,
Pounding more with each heavy sob.
Every wound and every laceration,
Attests to my struggles and frustrations.
Threads unraveling, life forsaken,
Dreams and hopes forcefully taken.
Every quiver and every shake,
Fearing that I'll never wake.
Every scab and every welt,
Uncovers feelings never meant to be felt.
Every sting and every burn,
Disregarding even the slightest concern.
Every stitch and every sore,
Reflections of who you were before.
Every hour and every year,
Dwindling away in my own fear.
Every fracture and every crack,
Knowing now there's no going back.
Every fragment and every shard,
Inches of me broken and scarred.
Every scratch and every scrape,
Shows my failed attempts to escape.
Every ache and every pain,
Deepens immensely with pressure and strain.
Every twist and every turn,
You think that I would finally learn.
Every single imperfection,
As well as every little flaw,
Testifies to my self-rejection and withdrawal.
This artistry for the sake of my sanity,
Has made me come to understand,
That every one of these fine details,
Is the work of my very own hand.
