Clothes stuck tightly,
I have another layer to cut through.
An added skin to carve my markings into,
An added bonus to cure the pain.
Chopped into millions,
I can't see why I'm standing.
Blood stained sheets,
Knives so blunt, I stop.
Cotton not enough to cure the fear,
It just breaks, snaps within an instant.
Needle too thin to shape the broken bones,
And the flesh that needs to be sewn back.
Bandaids not strong enough,
To stop the pain.
To stop me from hurting.
To weak from another out burst.
Medication does nothing.
It just fools my mind.
How can they help?
They don't understand.
