Literature
stitched
I watched them stitch me up.
15, 8 in one gash, 7 in the other.
My dad looked on,
as tears fell from the eyes of my mother.
I watched them sow me together,
They couldn't sow up my heart.
So they just sowed
the skin I ripped apart
I let them numb me,
Not that I couldn't take the pain.
I was dying of self-hatred,
drowning in self blame.
When I should be blaming you,
You're killing me and you don't even know.
I have to hide my feelings,
because I love you so.
the thought of you with her,
I would rather die.
So I cut up my wrists,
And wished to say goodbye.
Can't you see it?
You are killing me?
I've become so blinded
I can'