RED

I love red,
the kind that drips from me,
When my prison walls are too high,
and an escape is an illusion,
so I break me,
because no one can break me better than me,
and it works, for a moment,
it hurts and I’m so focused on the pain,
on painting me in red,
that I don’t realize I’m getting weak,
but as if on instinct I stop,
because I love the idea of tomorrow,
not because it’s a new day and shit,
but because it’s tomorrow,
the day I reopen my cuts,
the day I shame my clotting cells,
the day I never let the wound heal,
because I don’t know who I am,
without the pain,
I don’t care if the light becomes dark,
coz I’m in love with my pain❤️..