Diary of disgrace

Once i held up my reflection over a blade

I swallowed my silenced breathes

Chucked down the poison of being in my skin

I crawled into the dungeon of my bones

I grew up with a murdered history

I realised that I could erase a part of myself anytime I am too much. So picked up a blade and my skin drew maps on my body that could have lead you to my heart

Asked you if I can leave this world

So right now I'm still looking at my reflection on this blade

Enjoying my last sight of the world Just before i cut myself off of it