Perfect
i lie in my bed
shaking with grief
the knife falls from my hand
why don't i die
i don't even bleed
the wounds dry up to quick
i try again, deeper
then deeper still
jabbing at hollow bones
the results stay the same
the wounds seal back up
leaving the skin uchanged
why does this happen
i would be dead
if i'd lost as much blood
as the tears i have shed
over my perfect body
i lie in my bed
shaking with grief
the knife falls from my hand
why don't i die
i don't even bleed
the wounds dry up to quick
i try again, deeper
then deeper still
jabbing at hollow bones
the results stay the same
the wounds seal back up
leaving the skin uchanged
why does this happen
i would be dead
if i'd lost as much blood
as the tears i have shed
over my perfect body
