what shouldn't be

I wish I could bleed
Slit my skin
 Until I could see
My wires
Dig deeper
What’s underneath
Rust stained fingers
My oil leaks
Iron air lingers
Shaking wrists squeak
Little red lines
How they weep
Losing time now
Not just sleep
Boredom pulls
Scares ache
Ripping down walls
Please wake
Old curiosity
How many I’d take
To go away
To let them see
What they’ve done
Selfish again
It’s me
Not them.