FicWad

Pixellated spots of dust across the window,
A burning sensation, wrapped and tied with a bow,
Please, please don’t close your eyes then,
I promise you I’m not broken, just bent,
From words that grew into track marks,
Words like venom stabbed my heart,
Can’t fake a smile? So carve one instead!
All Glasgow smiles, lost in my head,
Fragile whispers or former abuse,
Words that spin into the drugs I’ve used,
The definition of sadness quilts my arms,
Fell down the mountain, back to self-harm,
Blamed for someone else’s death,
So, tell me, what do I have left?
A mere shadow of who I could’ve been,
All razor blades and ripped flesh behind the scenes,
Someone here, someone there,
Someone, please, show me that you care,
I promised not to commit, didn’t I?
So here are those words: I don’t want to die!
But still, this self inflicted pain is what I crave,
Because without it, I don’t feel safe...