Sucking on to my skin,
A leach that won’t leave me alone.
Black and ugly, deformed in every way,
Nothing like these scars.
Crawling over my body,
Hands that never will use the blade again.
Disease, not knowing what to expect,
Reliant on drugs to keep me sane.
Separated from the real world,
And I’m all alone.
Signals from the ones that care,
Leave that life behind.
Sculling bottles of medication,
Screwed in the head, nothing seems right.
The feeling of not thinking,
Fantasy, no right, no wrong.
Too late to save me,
Skin cut to threads.
