A little room,
Full of darkness,
And gloom,
Where the music,
Is loud,
And there isn't,
A crowd,
Where there's blades,
On the floor,
And there's signs,
On the door,
Where there's ice,
On my tongue,
And my mouth's,
Going numb,
Where my clothes,
Are all grey,
And I don't,
Need to say,
All the words,
On my mind,
Off my mind,
I will find,
Furtive eyes,
Butterflies,
Slipping into,
Demise,
No surprise,
Endless tries,
There's no limit,
Of whys,
Skipping bars,
Lovely scars,
Fading into,
The stars,
Days on end,
Down the bend,
Running, falling,
Stamp, send,
Gone today,
Gone tomorrow,
Better now,
Better sorrow,
For a year,
Maybe two,
Rising out,
Of the blue,
There's no time,
Any more,
Nothing left,
But the door,
I can't pause,
End this clause,
I'll survive,
With these flaws.
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@Irrational_Kimmi I am in desperate need of a rehab break, my real life is literally in pieces. π£ I'm relapsing cutting after a long break and I'm trying to figure a lot of things out at one time. I do π Opuss though and all the wonderful people on here and it's a 'til death do we part' situation, haha π I'm also trying to sort out some kind of mental therapy for my mental issues 'yay, I'm clinically messed up' and my cutting addiction. Unfortunately, I literally only have three hours every day where I don't have to be doing something or other (12:00am-3:00am) and my friends think that I'm 'just joking' about cutting and should 'just stop'. Love 'em, really, but they're not the best listeners π long comment is now complete with the idea of penguins with moustaches fresh in your mind. π§π
@MelchiorJ13 hey well message me on kik if you want Jack, I was a cutter myself so you can talk to me with honesty and I'm not going to judge you. I noticed you hadn't been around much and I wanted to check you were ok. So yeah, you have kik or whatsapp? πππ
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