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little by little

Bit by Bit,

Going deeper and deeper

Inside me,

All the way down

To the source of my pain.



It scrapes away skin

To get to the core;

Then it all lets loose

And flows from me.



My pain is no longer

Inside of me,

As it flows down my arm

In a dark red stream.



It starts at the source,

And wells up in there

Until it can’t be contained

And explodes.



Then it flows freely

Away from me,

Onto a tissue, my shirt,

The floor,

But always, every time

Onto those I love.



But it’s the drop

That lands on them

That leaves a permanent stain;

It pushes them over the edge,

And ruins it for everyone.



My support is now weak,

So I can’t go to him;

He’ll crack if I tell him

What I’m thinking of.



With every fresh drop

That flows from me,

I’m stabbing a dagger

Through his heart.



I’m killing them all

With my own red blood;

Now the family’s in pieces

Just as much as me;

I’ve torn them apart

With a paperclip

And a drop of my own red

Blood.