slits (a villanelle)

Scribbles, scratches painted black and red
Years ago no one believed me
When the hurt first filled my head

Found one way to escape the dread
Filled my world with art so free
Scribbles, scratches painted black and red

They started out with pad and pen
Merely drawings of what might be
The macabre scenes constantly going through my head

Soon my flesh was the canvas instead
Of doodles and drawings that used to be seen
Scribbles, scratches painted black and red

You don't care what grounds I tread
Tell me its just something in your genes
That careless thoughts don't always ruminate through your head

My tender heart is what has bled
And all I wanted was someone on which to lean
Scribbles, scratches painted black and red
All because I couldn't get you out of my head