I felt compelled.

Defeated.

Pierced by the tongue of your wretchedness..

Isn't it true you look as you feel?

The blade was large and fit in my hand.

I didn't use it for which it was intended.

You don't need to see this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, dad.

More importantly, I'm sorry to myself.

It was a bad choice, but it's how you made me feel.

I own it. It's my choice alone. I will heal.

You bled me, pierced me, and cut deeper than I've ever imagined

I showed you my wounds. They were open, they were fresh.

I didnt want you to heal them.

I only asked you didn't pour the salt.

I was three layers in while you never bothered to scratch the surface

My skin may be thin.

I am uncomfortable.

But...

Once you got underneath, this was the only way to release you..

It was.

skin deep