These slits on my wrists represent how I seem to cope with the truth

The fact you still love me but I don’t think that I still love you

Tiny men gamble in my brain decay

Carving out sins and doubt, blood on display

Now I sit and wait

Everything I love disintegrates

Loneliness is my sweet escape

Please oh god please go away

I think that I’m going crazy

So peaceful, so dormant, my resting place

Tile floor, wood rot door, my sweet escape