And you were impressed.
You liked the black, blue, purple
Oily blobs on my arms and legs
And thought I must have been brave
To have got myself into situations to warrant the pain.
Now i show you these cuts
But you aren't impressed.
You say I need help.
You say you can't be with me anymore
Because I am too much for you.
You have changed.
Once you would have been impressed.
But maybe it's not you.
It's me.
Now my arms aren't black and blue
But my heart is.
And it spews out its entrails onto my limbs
And I can't stop.
I'm drowning in my own drying blood.
And I can't stop.
No, you haven't changed.
It's me.
And I can't deal.
(c) 2002
L. Brown