Irritating thoughts run rampant through my mind
I reopen old wounds just to see
if my blood is as black as my heart.
Coherant conversation never worked with you
I carve love letters into my body since thats
the only thing you`ve ever paid attention to.
I carve a heart into my chest to make up for the one
that lays dying beneath my breast.
My version of paper i decorate it so prettily with blood.
Maybe the next time you decide to use me
you wont be able to ignore how i feel
drawn on the body you so love to desecrate.
It only hurts sometimes
scratch that with nails colored crimson.
A word for every tear i wont allow myself to cry.
The body you claimed was so perfect is now
reduced to nothing more than a million morbid flaws.
The love i swore would last forever
dies with every word i draw.
I cant even feel the pain you robbed me of that priveledge.
You knew I thrived on hurt
why else would i keep running back to the reason for my scars.
Nerve racking thoughts take over my brain
I carve until there`s nothing left
Flesh ripped Soft tissue torn for you to see.
Next time you should read the small print
painstakingly carved into my right breast,
It tells how pretty my knife would be stabbed into your chest!
© 2006 BeTrAyEd
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