Prose

Innocent Blood

written by: Sweet Insanity

I just can't forgive myself. I've tried and failed countless times, so I push myself to do more: do better, be better. Whatever I do I just can't convince that myself that I'm good enough. So I hate myself, convincing myself that my self-inflicted criticisms are out of love not loathing. Then I count on others to give my happy facade merit. Until the day I finally realize that I'm empty but for the revulsion that poisons my once innocent blood with every pulse, every heartbeat, every thought. Until I wonder why I permit the venom to spread and realize the only way to stop its conquest is to free it from my body with one clean stroke.