I tasted a tear and there wasn’t even salt inside
I’m so tired of crying
Burning and itching
Heart bitten
I argued with myself like a teenager
You are going to regret this
But I have to make sure
I have to check for a pulse one more time
I continue
Come on it’s dead
That false puff of air
I love to love dead things
I’m becoming crazy
Wild and reckless
Like I always do
it doesn’t surprise me anymore
As I watch myself go mad
It’s becoming my ritual
To shiver and bleed
As I slice up the cake
The knife is in my hand
As I press on the frosting
I wish I knew where to collect the strength
To cut all the way through