Cracks in Skin and Stone

Everyday I'm looking at my scars

And a craving to crack them back open

Fills me to the point where I nearly give in

Every few weeks

Every few months

I fall back down

And once again split my skin

And the ichor that leaks from me

Is not golden like the gods

I wish I could worship

But red enough to paint my lips

Until they look so inviting

No one would notice the cracks in my stone

I pose like a statue

The craftsmanship so detailed and admired

The cracks are looked over

Beauty is not without blemishes

Beauty is used to hide blemishes

Resulting in my pretty painted face

And proudly displayed body

The cracks in my skin and stone

Will remain unseen

Until my beauty fades

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Unless metaphor is intended, this one is about self mutilation. The speaker seems to have some insight into the problem. I hope she is also getting help.

[Askew]

You're completely right about what this is about, and I'm glad I was able to portray it properly. And just to reassure you, there is no reason to worry, professional help is fairly prominent in my life.