I am the Queen of adverse reactions and self-infliction.
Just give me a knife and watch me carve bloody ribbons in my pale white skin.
Shredding. Ripping. Breaking bone.
Discarded. Broken.
I breathe. I break.
I attempt to fix the broken pieces. Instead I carve deeper. Casting more blood upon the stone floors of my mind.
Every attempt to stitch my shredded, broken self ends with even more jagged uneven slices.
Until I am drowning in blood, screaming in pain. Trying in vain to re-knit my marrow back together.
I am the Queen of adverse reactions and self-infliction.
