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664 · Feb 2015
Self inflicted
A canvas
So lifeless and Empty
No feeling nor emotion
You Take your paintbrush
forceful drag it over the pale white
Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down
The canvas is your skin
The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
You're not alone if you ever think of self harming please do drop me a message I can help:) x
451 · May 2015
Hopeless
They say "I'm here for you "
Are they ****.
Where are you? when I'm slicing my legs to pieces with a blade carving adjectives into my skin. Pathetic. Ugly. Fat

Where are you? When I'm crying alone picking out everyone of my flaws; like stars in the darkest of nights.

Where are you? When I need you most. When I felt like the whole world was against me, that's right you weren't there.

Where were you?when I felt alone like I had no one. No one cares , that's right you didn't either.

There for me is where you weren't. When I needed you; you weren't there. And I won't be here when I eventually pass away from the pain I inflict on my self. I don't feel anything anymore I'm already dead inside so I may aswell be on the out.
Thoughts I've had isn't really a good poem was more of an expression

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