Dear lord, please let me escape from this mind that has become my cell.
-I wrote these words with the blood stolen from my thighs.
They won’t go away – I try to drown them out but they never leave.
-I wrote these words with the blood taken from my wrists.
“I love you” you don’t love ME, you love who I pretend to be. I never wish for you to find out who I really am.
-I wrote these words with the blood drawn from my palms.
I’m sorry dear, it’s too late. What’s died cannot be revived. I’ll always love you from above, I promise.
-These words pooled onto the paper with the blood of my heart.
…How did things end up this way?