More of a vent I’m sorry
TW SH
I don’t know why i do this
Carving out chunks of my flesh
Letting blood trickle down my arms
The red joining the other streams
Soaking into the other canyons
Why do I do this
I think my heart is so broken
My mind a losing battle
But nobody sees that
Instead they see each line
Some open and red others a faint line
Each tells a story of a time of distress
Of wh...