Cleansing

I cut my hair because I was on the brink.
A haystack of errors gathered in the bathroom sink,
and soon my hair was so short, I was so ugly
that not even I wanted to look at me.

I'm the girl that washes her hands 'til they bleed.
The kind of girl that only silently wants and needs.

My cure is your presence, can't you see?
It's the only cleansing that satisfies me.