Suicidal flesh

As a tempest rips the soul out of this suicidal flesh

Until the tissue starts to separate the bone

From all that’s left

When the body calls for someone

but there’s nobody at night

And the issue starts to separate the home

From where one slept

If the deeper cuts are in the mind

they never learned to heal

and when they show just what it means

to persevere in pain

and the price of which you learned to pay

in dealing with yourself

all the damage you prevented 

never made a single dent