breaking broken i take all pleasure from this from my pain from the act of bleeding i am alive i break the skin and there release something i’ve seen before something i need to see again there me in the mirror whole and unblemished maybe a child maybe an angel unsoiled and free of all my mistakes all free of the haunting the weight of these years that have thickened the skin to cut through all that all my bullshit cut through the caked over and hardened lies and scars cut open the skin over and over again until i finally feel the need to heal