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…
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Shard of Glass
She was always such a promising child. Full of potential, but perhaps a little too passionate for modern day society. None of them had seen it coming, not one of them. They knew she could be a little unstable, but she didn’t have any real issues. Just a few cuts, scratches, burns. Nothing to be… Continue reading Shard of Glass
The Stones That You Throw
You pick up stones And throw them at me Although they don’t hurt my body They thud at my soul;
Excuses
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”
Bitter sound of Deppresion
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
Dead Zone
The silence is deafening So turn up the music Does anyone care or know? Do these scratches my pencil makes, make sense?
episode
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