purple lines * SH trigger warning*

My pale flesh splits
A crimson river flows
The razor in my hand
Reflects my Inner sorrow

The thick purple lines
Seem to be getting longer
Scrawled along my thighs
Have multipdied in number

i repeat this action
I continue with disdain
When the realisation hits me
I cannot feel the pain

Overshadowed by the torment
That is taking place within
I need you here with me
But you'd rather be with Min.