Breaking Poem by Nom Nom Nom

Breaking on the cold, hard ground;
breaking with no pieces left to be found;
if I could say something before I jump off this bridge;
who do I blame for all of this damage?
do I blame myself? Is it my fault?
I am the one who started to like the assault;
those cuts on my wrists; or the scars that look like sparkling stars;
but those cuts are going to heal; and still be seen as scars;
I'm here because I think I'll be okay;
but I can not push this huge amount of pain away;
I want to leave;
but first, can't the devil go away from hiding under my sleeve?
I'll beg for him to go away, to never return;
what did I learn?
I learned to stay away and stay quiet;
to not pick up a gun without a bullet;
I'll shot and not care;
I know you'll be standing there;
you want to be proud?
don't care if I'm not allowed;
it's my skin; my blade;
who cares what I made;
'the skin is mine';
I would whisper as I make my last line

~ Nom ~