The Battleground

So many months past-
 Thrown away with one blade;
 It all happened so fast,
 My heart, I’ve betrayed.
 
 The skin is my battleground,
 For words I cannot utter.
 My body is bound,
 To this broken cutter.
 
 This pain has become numb;
 I'm lost to the hurt inside,
 To pain I’ve succumb,
I think it’s about time I’ve cried.
 
 Red ran down last night,
 Across my hand, across my pride;
 Surely I’ve lost my sight,
 Pain and numbness collide.
 
 I throw the towel in,
 The white flag departs-
 Here, take my skin-
 But you can’t have my heart.