Pure, Red Evil

Sharp And Sterile,
Swiping Hard,
Comforting And Evil
Helps Me Discard,
The Hate And Neglect
That I've Been
Living With.
Carefully, I Bandage
My Artwork. I Gasp
When I Recoil.
I Discover That I've Created
My Deathly Turmoil.
I Scream,
Angry And Sad,
Filled With Vengeance For Myself.
I Know Now What
I Knew Then.
It Never Helped,
I Never Needed It.
I Never Needed
The Extra, Physical
Pain
To Aid Me Hate Myself.