_Makeshift_Bandages_

I come second
But what can I expect
for someone who's very existance
ruins other people's lives?
I'm hiding my pills now,
why do I have to be medicated to be loved?
I'll just take my blade
and be alone on my own
bleeding when I want
taking care of things the way I do
making bandages out of pain
Making makeshift bandages out of toilet paper
and masking tape
I'm exhausted
I feel dead
Maybe I am...?
But the crimson proves different
I just don't care
And I know these makeshift bandages
can't hold me together forever.