Bloodshed

Agony
overwhelms
me.

I feel so empty.
All I want to do
it bleed.

And all of this unnecessary
bloodshed
is music to my ears.

It feels like I need
it. I want it. I cannot
live without it.

And I
miss
you still and

I always will.
It hurts me almost
as much as this

blade does. It
probably isn't going
in deep enough.

It's not enough.
It's never enough. I
need more blood.

More blood. More
blood. This little
red drip just isn't

enough. I need to
feel pain. I deserve
it. I deserve to be

scarred. I love him.
I love him so much
it kills me. It killed

me. It let me bleed
to death. Bloodshed.
Bloodshed. His song

in my head. With this
blade, I can find peace
in the end.