Shards of glass
in your mouth
scars and rips
at inner soft walls

Blood swallowed
like a bitter pill
shaking hands
knife in hands
run along tendons

Cutting inch by inch
smile,unreal pain
delusional gain
rejoice in the suffering
you can breathe again

Happy now?
to be the victim of yourself?
the world around you
a fake lie
the people you thought you knew
have all gone down roads you can't follow
only a shadow of yourself remains
like those shards of glass

You will brake and fall apart
you will cut many more times
people say you are blind to yourself
but they do not feel what you do

You are true to yourself
these wounds do not heal
fine cuts on arms and legs
running rivers flowing

Beautiful red glory morning
as bloody as the sun
after a million counted dead