Break the Skin(Sliver)

I push shards of glass into my hand
Sticky red something, pools at my feet
I'm not alive, I'm just simply aware
Of the dull pain eminating
From my self-hatred stained palms

I run my hands all over myself
The glass tears the skin atop my bones
Blood slips from between these dissevers
And oozes down the surface of my skin
These slivers are love, all these little lines
Carved into my arms and into my thighs

This love, it stings
As well as it sings
Blood drip dripping
And skin rip ripping
A catatonic symphony fit for the ears of my peers

These scars I wear across my body
Speak in tongues like electricity across me
Each one is special, and has its own meaning
In effect, it helps with my mental cleansing