l i t t l e n o t e s

i have to do it.

blood runs through the cracks of my knuckles

worn down like old leather

they bleed

red raw, from scrubbing in excess

the delicate skin can only take so much

but i have to do it

i have to

//A/N I've always had this obsessive personality, to be honest it's never done me any favours, but now I don't know where to put that obsessiveness so it seeps into my everyday life just like this //