• rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
    this is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
    and i am not afraid to die, I am not afraid to bleed and ******** and fight
    i want the pain of payment
    whats left but a section of pigmy sized cuts
    much like a slew of 1000 unwanted ********.
    Would you be my little cut?
    would you be my thousand ********?
    and make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
    to fill and spill over and under my thoughts
    my sad sorry selfish cryout to the cutter
    im cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart
    love is not like anyting especially a ******** knife