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Harming
Ive stopped harming myselfWith bottles and bottles every nightBut it was less painful than trying to sleep soberIve stopped harming myselfWith knives that I bring wherever I goBut all the new tattoos burn for longerIve stopped harming myselfBy bottomless loveBut I cry more, just alone.Have I really stopped harming myselfOr is trying to be strong…
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Healing
My nails are growing again Im not happy yet But Ive lost the habit of tearing myself apart because of it My body is healing It wont be the same But Ive started to love the history it has and holds Im growing, slowly, up towards the sun Lets hope a drought is not going…
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Naked
If you saw my body You would want to close your eyes Or at least have myself cover The scarred wrists and thighs You would try to ignore it But you wont be able to Because who wants to look at this Cut up flesh Sliced skin Some still healing But some fresh Some are…
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Glamourise
Sorry for making it sound beautiful I know its not something to be proud of But its part of me So I will write it in imagery Like the roses pouring out of my skin Or the thought of me drifting into the starless night The endless sky I’m not trying to glamourise it But…
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Pain
The scars on my wrists remind me of this intense feeling of pain. Not the blood rushing out nor the blade of my skin. But the darkness, the pain, the pain within. Taylor As someone who still carries scars from their past, they are a reminder of where I was, compared to where I am…
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