Cuts
Self-mutilation,
Would you carry me away?
To where a love for me
Could equal my pain?
I’m garbage
I’m garbage
You trashed me to the pavement-
I fell face first
But before you hit,
didn’t you see?
The scars on my face
and the stains of crimson red-
I was already bleeding.
You inflicted a cripple.
Stuck in this spiral of hate-
I’m crawling in my own filth.
I tear myself away-
The torment of me.
I don’t deserve beauty.
I don’t deserve praise.
I’m the pit bull whose
been choked and chained.
I’m unaware of the mistake that bit me.
I’m garbage.
I’m garbage.
And that’s all I ever will be.
