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 what others couldn’t see

I bring visible

The wounds on my wrists match the wounds of my heart