Not Worth My Bloodshed

Another self-harm poem

So, if i were dead, would you care?
Would you come to my funeral?
Would you notice my absence?
Would your days continue
just as they always did?

No small streak of blame found in you.
It would be my fault alone.

I need a release from this stress,
but no guy is worth my life,
not even the most unfaithful.

I wont hurt myself over you.
I wont give you the glory
of your initials carved deep in my skin.
You're not worth my tears or my blood.
You're not worth my time awake or asleep,
not worth my thoughts or my dreams.

So, slam the door in my face,
splatter my blood on these padded white walls.
Shatter the glass of my heart
and thrown the daggers at my back.
You're still not worth my bloodshed.