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Lucy Marie
Poems
Apr 2014
The Flowers OF Evil
I slice my flesh to release the blackness
that flows through my veins
and seeps into my cells;
the very cells that make up my entire body,
my entire being.
My momma tells me that cutting isnβt a solution
that all it does is hurt me and the people around me-
the people who love me.
But if the people around me really loved me
theyβd understand.
Theyβs leave it alone.
Theyβd care.
I release the blackness
So new things can grow.
I want to be as beautiful as a garden of roses.
I want to be a field of flowers for you.
But how pretty is a garden
when everything is dead?
I wrote this in like, 30 seconds. I had an idea (a trigger) and I rolled with it. If anyone has advice or suggestions, please feel free to share!
#cutting
#sad
#depression
#life
#pain
#sadness
#hurt
#self-harm
#warning
#trigger
Written by
Lucy Marie
Michigan
(Michigan)
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