I try to make myself look as small as I feel
So I get a blade made of steel
And I make a mark on my unstained skin
And I let the blood run cold
I stare at the ceiling
Letting my blood fall
I draw a bath
I sit fully clothed
Bathing in my own blood
The water is red
Like a bath bomb exploded colors into the water
And like a bath bomb my blood will stain the tub
And I will then start to scrub
Scrub at my skin and my scabs
Until I have nothing left of my skin but red
Raw and pink
Sandpaper is the cleanser I use
Letting my skin fall off
Letting my blood run dry
I am dying so slowly
So painfully
But I am still here
Blood stained
And skinless
Cleaning up the mess of my brain I left on the floor
Bleaching the floors and the bath
Making sure it's white as snow
Making sure my blood is mine alone