NO_2

The mind has no destination,
I already know where it will be.
"I’m selfish and so is everyone else."

Unobtainable.
Why is "he" perfect? 

The glistening blade pries open his flesh,
Feelings and thoughts bleed out.

"I am guilty for existing"
"I accept that I am at fault"

Lie again, no one will know
Not to deceive but to protect (myself)

Razor digging it splits me in half
It hurts so much!
Into pools everyone finally sees

A testimony of my consciousness 

My heart, violently carved out.
Gruesome - revolting. Diluted - contaminated. 

They secretly find gratification in it until I say
"I was never sorry."

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