Current mood:	cold
Current music:	tapping the vein- bleed

Long Sleeves
it's then i slice my parted thighs
not for the pain or to disguise
my anger as self hatred
don't tell me i'm unstable
i just like playing with mortality
thank you very much
and who are you to come and
take my secrets
exchange them for calories
thrust down my raw bleeding throat
who the hell are you
to tie me down
take away shoelaces and belts
stupid fucks
i won't perform for your voyeur files
i'm not the girl who displays open gaping wounds
an exhibitionish
or a true psycho- she doesn't care who sees
but then where would i be?
if you share a secret
(we've known this since pasted lace
red construction paper hearts
kindergarten whispers)
it's no longer exclusive
i will not wear your barbie girl shirts or
starve to narrow my woman-hips
for you
sick egotistical fucks
it's all for me
i feed on secrets, on my own knowledge of a
self that no one else knows
my sadomasochistic
hedonist
self
exists because and for
me