You Cut me Deeper

You're meant to be healing, not cutting me deeper.

You wouldn't understand,
wouldn't know why,
probably question me
then question the scars.

'I thought you'd stopped?'
Stopping isn't easy ,
but you wouldn't understand.
'It's stupid'
But you don't understand.

You sit on the throne of ignorance.
You might as well be
the one making me bleed.
Your words are just
like
my blade.

The wound I create can't
heal with you around.
You're not the stitches
I need.
You cut them deeper,
deeper until I cannot breathe.