Fragments.

Fragments of my mind are detatching. They float off into the ether.
What a cliché...



I’ll pull the hairs one by one
So I can savour the sting
As the flesh jerks

I’ll brand myself something sinful
So I can relish the buzz of the needle
Puncturing my skin

I’ll never say no to you
So tomorrow I’ll have something
To cry about for hours