Hurt Me

Trigger Warning: References to Self-Harm

I see the old scars

unfaded upon my flesh,

in whirls and turns my mind thinks:

What if they were fresh?

I can taste the copper

I can see the sunset haze

smeared over my plain walls,

making me paint in a continues daze.

I resist my urges,

I resist the call,

but sometimes all I want

is to wreck it all

They hurt me

The world hurts me

And it's a classic case of 'join them'.

I hurt me.