I carve myself out of the shell of who I used to be.

I pick

And I

Scrape

And I

Cut

And I tear apart

Every little thing that I've never like about myself.

The parts of me I want to erase,

The thoughts that haunt me day after day.

But it seems like all the bad parts is all I'm left with.

Like the good parts get cut loose

And they run across the world,

Just to get away from me.

So I'm left

Sitting with all the things I hate.

Trying to find new ways every day just to end them.

I think I'm finally learning that the more I try to kill them.

The stronger they become,

And one day they will take me over completely.