Stings Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Cold, shivering from it
but I'm sweating.
Boxers and a tank-top
I carve words
into my legs.
ALONE
seems to be a new favorite.
Abandoned and forgotten
I mourn.
Tired and confused,
can't make up my mind.
So of course
my body follows suit
shivering away
but I'm sweating, even now.
One second I love
the way the blade feels on my skin
the next
it only reminds me of what I'm doing,
what I am.
That word
ALONE
it will be permanently
scarred onto my body.
Sometimes I'm glad,
I WANT it to scar.
I want everyone to see.
But sometimes
it BURNS and STINGS
at the mere thought of you.
And other times,
it just makes me cry.

Dec.-7-09