When the moon faints into the dark
There comes a girl who sells sunlight
Wearing dark bruises into her scratched skin,
Followed by vicious wolves with ****** teeths,
To ward of the gloom
To paint the dark,
For what was been painted on her colored hopes,
Was Labyrinth of suffering
She stoles the sunlight from the day
At least the sun doesnt mind it,
She bends to the peoples who needed the sunlit jars in the moonless dusk.
For their darkling shore of the heart
They try to go to her,
But is held back.

There's a girl who sells sunlight
Dipped in lefted ecstacies
And fades
As None had a strength to
follow her into the dark

What does moonlight smell like?

An open wound being eaten by a maggot
As worst as it could decay
For what is left remaining

When i scratch my skin off my flesh
Onto the parts where no one could see
It does'nt hurt anymore
I look at my scars right now,
And i feel so conflicted..
I feel hatred towards it because
I see those scars on the ppl i love
Who have no idea what is going on with me
Because when they find out or found out
It hurt them..
And it hurt me
Doesnt make any diff
Whether physically or mentally
Because im in constant suffering
And i dont want to be ever caught
Its the embodiment
Of how i cant cope and still coping
It helps me to understand my emotions
Which i cant put it into words
So i emboss tht story into my skin
Nothing feels real anymore
Its a constant battle
All these emotions
All these stereotype opinions of ppls
All these traumas
All these demons
And
LiFE...!
It is hurting
And thts why i want to self harm
To feel something other than that..
To get some relief
And truthfully
I dont want to stop.
I OnLy
Want to, Not tell anyone and do it privately.
I do them so i can see
My pain rather than feel it.
I dont want to hurt anyone or put thru this.
I cant keep anyone hurt.
I dont know what to do anymore.
Its like the bones have just vanished and theres nothing inside ..
Nothing
I know
Im Alive, when i hurt myself
I know tht im not just dead while breathing
I homestly,
Want to end it all
Life is murderer of my hopes.
I need to end this
I never wanted to put ppl thru grief
So i put myself into it
Im so ****** up and alone.
I dont feel tht i belong anywhere
Didnt have any friend left .
Im trying so hard
Im keeping a smile
So no one could tell
Im afraid of living
Because this is all tht ive known
From the day i was born
What do i have beyond this pain
Is still unknown..
Yet i show gratitude everyday to the almighty.
Pretending is all im doing.
To whoever reading this,
I know this is wrong
Bt it is what i feel.
Opinions doesnt chnge anything.
To whoever suffering like this like me
Because i cant be the only one suffering
And if youre reading this,
And can resonate or relate to anything
This is a message from me
Keep yourself safe,
Im here.

I wish i could dive forever into you
Never looked more peaceful than in the dark
But,
Disaster arent any less for volcano or You..,
from gently drizzling to the thunder lightnings and strong winds..
Then
Why bursting of you and mine
Are considered different by the human.
Because im a human?
Not a phenomenon..
I was as you
Breakout filled with endurance
But gaslighted to the floor thru their hearts
Referring my eruption as
Bizarre ugly bloodstained thing
As too odd
To call it a beauty
They called you as a vulnerable art,
Different from me.
I wanted to be the dark in front of you
And i wanted to show them the raw parts
Where pain can be exposed,
A place to be messy,
I wanted to be painfully real
And to reveal my truest form
My mind is a chaotic storm
Tht yiu'll never get to know
But as a part of this world
They were too focused on being perfect
I wish i could be where you are,..
Maybe they wont change their choice
And will always lie in your lap
Than someone like me.
Im completely yours
Do you think we could burst like this unapologetically for a time?
If i could refuse to all the chaos..
A voice turned up me..
The incidents of disasters and broken cryings
Of what you've endure
Is what made you mine
Unlike them
Gripped in happiness of me errupting out.
Poor souls dont see it other way
While i lay here
Tears felt like piles of bricks upon the eyelids
How does it feel rain to be a broken art, rather than being called a mess!
And the Silence never looked so silent