Breathe

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Press down.
Slice up.
The blood is ok.
The blood is natural.
It means you’re alive.
Now if you cut enough.
You’ll bleed out.
You’ll let all that life go.
Remember how they called you fat.
Worthless.
Ugly.
Pathetic.
Remember how your family didn’t want you.
They gave you up.
They quit on you.
So let go.
Breathe and let go.