every time,

i rub my scars,

and twist my fingers,

around the blade,

that dripped pain,

from my hands,

to the point,

i could barely stand,

i know,

it didn't hurt any less,

when i was with you,

and nothing will ever heal,

unless the bleeding is concealed,

but i could never hurt you,

because you were the only thing,

that made me happy,

and the only person,

who made me feel,

like hell was far,

but you made the heavens fly away,

and i'm falling closer,

and closer,

to the person,

i was always meant to be.

(i'm a monster.)