Seam Ripper
Every day, I bleed just a little more
For the sake of perfection,
But all I am left with
Are these scars;
Remnants of failed attempts.
I told myself that I would stop,
That I would let my body heal
To its original perfection,
But I can't stop.
I will continue
To bring this upon myself
Until the blood bursts from me,
And I lie alone,
Slowly dying.