Blood sparkles,

Shining in the too-bright bathroom light.

I sink to the floor, dejected,

My worth a red smear on the marble.


I keep the scars on my body hidden,

A life of therapy forbidden.

I do not want them to see

Exactly how much they’ve hurt me.


Blood drips,

Oozing, flowing freely,

From the slashes in my wrist

A picture of regret.


The scars on my heart cut deep,

Invisible to those who claim to love me.

My skin is my canvas

And the cuts are my story.


My life is a horror show,

My mistakes carved into my skin.

My mind a loaded weapon

And my thoughts are killing me.