Desiccation cracks, dry Weary and deep, dark Fill with blood, rust Swollen windows, running It’s raining again, bloody A pile of razors, tears As pain fades, into Drying sad skin, jagged Small little roadmaps, fissures Self damaged, eroding NOTE: I have been known in the past to self harm. It wasn’t often and only when…
The sharp pain Of long thin lines Razored edges Were like black Electrical breakers Disrupting, flipping Harmful impulses And runaway thoughts Once upon a time This was my Horror story That felt like life But was more like Hurry up and die The static was loud Turn the channel He kept saying Just… you know…
I logged onto Facebook this morning and was shown this memory from the past. It is a picture of an old friend and my daughter. I love this picture. I don’t hold onto memories very well anymore. My short term is horrible and I have lost many older memories too. Sometimes pictures will snap the past…
I hear the characters Inside the typing The letters that spell Words of sniping I count the seconds It takes the trigger To lock and load With angry vigor Harmful sentiment Intended for harm Packaged pretty Faked as charm Candy coated Adrenaline high Tears surge As emotions fly And I am left Without meaning Making…
WRITTEN BY Lizzi and HastyWords Poison mirror on my Wall Who is the fairest one of all? Myself I constantly compare; Am wanting, next to others there ♠♦♣♥ Kings and Queens all so fair Selling me their royal air As my poundage ruins me A prisoner; never to be free ♠♦♣♥ I sit entrapped: my…
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