Part Of Me Poem by yabadabadoo

My Ipod play's loudly,
I torture myself by listing to songs of love.
I tug at my hair,
But concentration is no longer a possibility.
I smoothly grab a knife,
I casually walk to my room.
I sit on my bed and listen to the silence.
Then i know the drill,
As do you,
Cut
Slice
Carve
Watch
Smell
Taste
Feel
Cry
Write.
It has become part of my life.
No longer do I feel sick for it,
Only when the light frames the red scars do i mind.
Its a part of me,
Caused by you,
I am sick enough to love it for that,
Never do i want it to leave my body,
Because never do i want to forget about you.