All bloody.

I didn't choose all that happened to me, I didn't want it.

so why do I have to suffer from others unhealed pain?

Why did they have to be bled on when it's not my fault they were cut?

Why do I have to be bloody when it's not my wound that's bleeding?

All because of you bloody monsters, I got used to the feeling of being drenched.

I've found comfort in the warm liquid. Like a motherly hug that I never got.

But now that I'm used to it, I find myself cutting others, and cutting myself just so I can be covered in blood.

To feel the warmth that I am just so addicted to, because it's all I have ever known.