𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎
My fingers trace the crimson cuts, red ruby trickles from my arm,
I've found such sweet serenity, from committing cruel bodily harm.
It itches my soul to dig so deep in the outer layers of me,
It cleanses my insides and makes me feel so nice, the pain sets me free.
I cover it up with long sleeves and a sweater, although it's high in degrees,
Because while I beam down at them myself, the public won't deem it so proudly.
Nothing soothes me like scabs and bumpy scarred skin after hours of self-mutilation,
It's a shameful example of a masochistic sin, that shields me from mental contemplation.
I won't give up these highs for a few bad lows, I can live with the consequences,
Or die with the signs that I would soon go, isn't far from my true intentions.
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get out get out get out get out before it’s too late
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meet me by the river where the trees dont grow.
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I feel the need to drown in a pool filled with my own tears but the tears won’t come out. -LW
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I feel the need to drown in a pool filled with my own tears but the tears won’t come out. -LW
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“My alone feels so good. I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”
— Warsan Shire
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Everyone Says Hi / David Bowie (3)
Highgate Cemetery East, London Borough of Camden.
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