I don’t like the scary thoughts.
The ones that ask me to bleed out.
And I wonder,
why I like watching that blood drip, and swirl around the drain.
The soft ping,
the drip, drop
as it hits the floor.
The clinking as I put the metal back in it’s hiding place.
I know I shouldn’t like it but I do.
And I hate it but it always draws me in
I’m not sorry.
I can try and try and try
But it never works
So what’s the point?
Pain pierces me endlessly as I exist in this cruel world.
So why,
do I find myself continuing to live in it?
© ._.Lil._.