Poetic Lying to myself i say “i’ll try yo live, just one more day” as the rain falls in sheets outside the blade and the pale skin of my wrist collide trying not to cry i pull the blade away i look down at scratches barely deep enough to bleed and i think to myself…… Continue reading Waiting in line…
You pick up stones And throw them at me Although they don’t hurt my body They thud at my soul;
Scratches on the arms. I’ll sit there and look at them, Trying to think of an excuse of how it happened. “I fell and scrapped my arm”
I hear you coming…. Faint echoes breaking the silence filling my haert with deep scratches, the blood can only cloat I grab for the silence
The silence is deafening So turn up the music Does anyone care or know? Do these scratches my pencil makes, make sense?
i was having so much fun. i wasn’t doing much, but i was happy….just sitting on my bed. Pleased with myself for some reason. i was laughing, in my head, i was laughing. Then it came out of my mouth. i was laughing out loud. Then harder….and harder….until i was laughing so hard my tummy… Continue reading episode