written with a blade

pain is tattooed upon my skin in a series of scars each letter etched in blood and tears with a blade wielded by the ones I love I watch each line being carved upon my skin as a piece of my life drips upon the ground and stains the dirt until I return to the dust from whence I came my breaths are saved for the wounds as the cuts turn to gashes hopelessly hanging onto life as pieces of me fall to my feet these pieces taken from me They cannot be replaced leaving holes upon my surface and allowing air to escape bleed me dry for life is being taken from me piece by piece end my suffering and stop this pain this satisfaction is only temporary and then your pleasure will be bled dry leaving you anxious waiting for the next victim a temporary solution to your ever growing problems hurting others is your survival but in the end your are condemning yourself to hell