Burning an x across my heart so you can find where the love is

When will it end and where will I begin? Tongue tied with red tape and skin sliced with diet coke and scrubbed clean to the point of insanity. Fear of nothing dangerous but not being beautiful or wanted of loved. Broken brains and multifaceted delusions are painful when riddled with diseases that keep distorting the reason for why each breath hurts so bad. 

Drawing out reasons for staying alive hurts more than the idea of twisting a knife into the back of your closest loved one. Angelic sticky strawberry syrup runs down the legs of the wanna-be trying to pretend everything's okay.