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You left marks... On me and my skin, Are they through love. The boarder is too thin... You bruised my personality, And the effect shines on through. These purple patches on my skin...
It's late. I'm so incredibly exhausted- running on peppermint mocha and green tea. I can not rest. My mind does not have an off switch. And so I unlock my pretty jewelry box and take out my addiction.
"Ok thanks Mark." He said, closing the bedroom door behind him as his new landlord closed the front door. Sitting on the bed he surveyed the room, it was small but liveable.
The dark seemed to glow that night. Everything seemed different, but somehow reminded me of the past, in each blink.
Self harm references.
These blisters, these bruises, These scars tell a story. They document the moment My life became gory. I hated myself. I hated my skin. With such a self-loathing, Nobody could win. Pain meant control.
Every scar on my skin leaves me a memory of my past phycological issues. Phycological Issues that used to make me cry Myself to sleep at night and where id hold my teddy bear tight.
Chapter Forty One Everything Hurts Caden lied on his bed, while letting his phone ring.
Diet pills and razorblades. And words to keep me calm. Diaries and records. Of all the things that I've done wrong. Poems with untold stories. Worn edges and ink smears. Memories of all the nights.
Punch the wall. Touch a flame. This is my fault Oh, what a shame. Scald your skin. Slit your wrist. My next act, Is not to be missed. Take some drugs. Enjoy your pain.
#sundayrepost "Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think.
I haven't been using Opuss regularly of late. There are reasons. Internet bans, my iPod crashing, lack of inspiration. But it was mainly because lately I've been feeling pretty damn rough.
One time I dug metal into my skin because I was sad. You know, usually when people are sad they cry and cry and cry. But see, I was sad and I didn't cry. I didn't shed a tear.
Once Upon A Time,. There was a beautiful girl,. She always laughed,. And she never cried,. Until one dreadful night,. When a mistake was made,. She told the wrong person,. Just one little thing,.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think. My blush, is it too dark.
#nightdwellers Warning-self injury and suicide references Memories long forgotten Locked away in my mind Barred behind walls A place where I can unwind Then you came along Knocking down my...
I've not wrote for a while and I'm going to explain why in this post. There's a girl at my school, same year as me who is the life and soul of the year.
It begins with the anger, It turns into sadness, It comes out in tears, Then swells up in redness. The two marks, So simple so sly, There red and there sitting, Right there on your thigh.
"Meira, come back, you're going to get in so much trouble, and so will I if you get back home covered in cuts because you fell out of a tree!" I could hear my brothers shouts but didn't listen, he...
There is a girl at my school who always looks sad. I wish I knew why I think its to do with her dad. I wish I could help her and let her know I'm here..
I'm small. I'm discrete, I'm shiny silver, sleek. Pretty sharp, but without mind. I'll tempt you for the rest of time. I can't write, the action isn't just mine. I write only in red pen.
in sixth grade. I was in choir. sat next to a girl. with light messy hair. I found it so strange. that she didn't care. she had cuts on her legs. I didn't know what from. all I knew was that she. she.
You bite your finger. You're trying to avoid the temptation of scratching yourself with nails you haven't trimmed for a while.
It was time. It had gone on for too long, and it was out of control. It had to be stopped. I could take no more. It was driving me insane. A million questions ran through my head. Should I.