Trigger Warning
You pierced my heart with silver;
And I begged, and prayed I would bleed gold;
But all I bled was shame and disappointment.
My blood creating a pool around me;
A pool that stained and corrupted everything I touched.
Your words, sharpened like throwing knives;
Stab me in all my insecurities;
Drawing attention to the places I wish would vanish.
My arms, chest and face act as a knife holder;
I pull out the knives and store them in my lace garter;
I will use them later to inflict even more harm on myself.
People like you teach us to hate our bodies;
To cover them up with bulletproof armour;
But also wear nothing to please you.
So I stitch a smile on my face every day;
Just so I don't have to tell you why I'm sad... again.
I stare at myself in the mirror;
Maybe if I stare long enough,
My body will become attractive;
It's sad that for some reason;
Being attractive is more important than being alive.