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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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Giving up
While making positive changeIt still feels like giving upGiving up parts of me I’ve been known forIve lost the drunken confidenceIve lost the late night callsIve lost the spontaneity of writingand of writing on the wallsI no longer feel easyI feel everything a choreWaking up is easierBut just such a boreIve given up on holidaysI…
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Dried out flowers
The dried out flowershanging from a stringare still upside down.The synthetic string somehow stillholds on to the less than beforeVolumeLess than before LifeMore than before beautyWhy are you more beautiful dead to me?Why do I like the look of the fact that no matter how much I water you, you will never grow again.No matter…
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sailor
Drowning in the sea As I see how far you have gotten I watch you sail into the sunset You may come across another storm But for now you are safe and warm You may have a few scratches and leaks But my god do you look beautiful As you rock side to side Stably…
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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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Love myself
I can’t love someone else I’m not ready Saw something saying otherwise Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you No Others love me and I just don’t Others see this beauty somewhere in me That I just can’t find And I am trying everyday But I just can’t understand how the…
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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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my purpose
And I will drown myself in water Because they have taken away the pills And the alcohol I will pour everything I can down the sink Because my blood no longer flows from my skin They took away the blades But they didn’t take away the pain within I will deafen myself with music because…
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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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