No Name SI

slice silver sharps shock
enough with the alliteration
I'll call it comfort.
I don't want to die
I want to bleed
let all these things run out of me
If I could only crack open my chest
to tear out this horrible heart I would
but I don't have the strength

cut cover carry continue
to make scars on my hide
little marks to remind me
I've been doing this for almost ten years
I've had enough ther-rape-me to cure Ms. Carey
but I'm not any better.

distraction drugs defiance death
these won't help
so I'll make myself a tiger.
a beast that can take a blow and keep running
be king of my jungle
have control of my life.


<...! I was thinking of calling this 'self made tiger' but I don't know !...>