This Feels Just Like Home

I love being broken like this, gives someone else something to fix
And me to ignore
and you to take credit for.
My heart bleeds blue and black ink
and while each word seeps onto the page
all I can think is one man's sin is another man's blessing.
My curse is your gift
adorned with a bow.
As you devour each line more hungry you will grow
and you shall stay enthralled while I fall apart
while I lay my heart on the coroner's table
and you scrutinize my every beat as a meaning,
every scar as a story,
every cut as a sign.
My imperfection casts a shadow upon you, perfectly.
You have disappeared.
Despite my life having more insecurity and denial
I still rise to the top.
While each of these lines is a double-edged razor
Cutting hearts and wrists open wide
It becomes clear
You were nothing before me
Without me you are again nothing.
Keep scratching at this scar until it becomes as permanent as my words.
This page is filled with loathing and you're the target.
You can never hide.
It will find you and destroy you.