How I ache to slice and dice
To hold my soft flesh
And rip it to shreds.
My guts boil and shriek
My tongue jolts in chaotic seizures
My heart twists into a
bloody wet rag
Dripping all my hope
on to the floor
But I sit still like a doll
With the needles pointing
in all directions
A tortured pathetic lump of clay
Too weak to speak
But too strong to give in
This is the life of an ex cutter
A drained mother
A regretful ex lover
A shadow distorted
on the side of the building
That follows me
wherever I go
