Wet Sticky Red

about depression

I paint myself with scars
To satisfy a sinister lust
My razor blade flirtations
Express broken moments
But remind me to keep going
Hysterical blurry teardrops
Become a blissful release
A calm and focused sensation
As I watch my insecurities
Flood to the surface and escape
It’s not about ending
But about starting over
A chance to destroy a feeling
By giving it a tangible existence
A chance to diarize my struggles
And learn to love myself
As wet sticky red slowly becomes
Just another tiger stripe