TW. Self-Harm. I am programmed My veins are wires Tucked into skin And my heart is metal Like a lock on a door Only she has the key. My mind is a mess Of code and conscious My eyes are simply windows. The blade I hold is an escape An illusion of control It carves lines into my skin And I watch blood pool A reminder that, just maybe I truly am human. The blade turns from an escape To an addiction. I don't want control anymore I just crave the sight The sight of blood Oozing from my wrist. But I'm not human The blood is fake The pain is fake Humanity is fake. ... Right?
