Tiny knives dig into my skin
And rip out that of myself which I lothe
They rub the skin raw and red
I pull and pull wanting that to go away
go away forever,
like the me I wish to be
I dye my Razors red with my blood
A self distruction that they can not see
that they choose not to see
because it is normal
Because it is expected of me to pull back my flesh
if only I could
If only I could pull back my flesh and remove the hair from its folical
If only I could remove my flesh forever
Shave so deep the bones begin to show and my blood spills
and the veins fall out and all that is left beneth is my perfect skeleton
My face unravels at my sight, and I wish it to be gone.
Not a single hair left.