I promise, Katie, I won't cut anymore.

Oh god

the blood
red

so red
pouring out

gushing
need it to

need the red
need it to flow

to drift
on water

my wrists slit
but not enough to die

(yet)


Oh god I need to
need

I need it so bad
that it's killing me

as I want to slowly
kill myself

line by line
of red

upon my wrist

until I draw the final line,
the one you cannot cross

and feel the blood drain out of me


but i can't
because she won't let me

but i won't
because then she won't love me

but i do
because the reason it hurts so bad

is because I love her
but she's taken

and she only loves me
when she knows

I can't do it myself


"I promise,
Katie,

I won't cut
today."


Oh god,
I love the smell of blood