PReVEntABle IllNeSS

For years I’ve been taking this knife
Begging and pleading it will take my life.
With every drop of my unclean blood
My heart feels calm and rested
But why does it take blood to make me still?
I own scars of my own free will.
I make them by myself alone
And slowly my heart is turning to stone
Emotion was just a thing I felt
Inside me there it once dwelt
Like a stone I am lifeless
Dying of a preventable illness