Chapped Lips

There's blood underneath my nails again
Turning my hands a rust color
They're cold and dry
Cracked and bleeding

I'm biting my lips
Avoiding the hunger
The hurt
It's visible I'm eating away at myself

The scratches along my arms
Are from the thorns
Of too many roses
Left to become unkempt

There is a acrid smell in the air
Human flesh, human hair
On fire
Burning to ashes to be reborn

Saline drips from my face
Bleeding eyeliner and mascara
A small sign of emotion
Of life

These eyes are empty
But for a single glimmer
Of something
No longer there

My hands picked at
Hangnails
And split cuticles
Chewing on pieces of skin

Misery enjoys my company
My tongue cut
With razorblades
Bleeding on the carpet

My gums sore from all the stuttering
Teeth showing smiles to hide
All the suffering
All the blood

Behind chapped lips
Beneath ash and fire
Vocal chords need to be lubricated
A mouth open and ready to form sounds

There are words
Waiting to be said
Needing to be screamed
Fighting to be freed