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  Jan 2016 Pastell dichter
Storm Raven
How do we stay sane in a world of madness?
Another ten words poem
Pastell dichter Jan 2016
Red
I wanted to draw in silver
But it came out **red
Pastell dichter Jan 2016
I'll give you a butterfly and name it after me
I'll tell you not to hurt it its fragile and small
You have to wait to set it free
I know its hard but even if you fall
Don't **** the butterfly
I know it hurts
But don't be the one to make it die
So lesten to the words on paper with blood spurts
Love the butterfly like I love you
And you will get better
Because if you only knew
How much love I put in to this letter
The rules of the butterfly project.
1 Every time you feel like cutting/self harming draw a butterfly on the place you wanted to cut/hurt.
2 Name the butterfly after a loved one or someone who wants you to get better.
3 You have to let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4 If you cut/harm before the butterfly is gone you've killed it.
5 If you have more than one and you cut/ham you **** all of them.
6 If somebody else gives you a butterfly these ones are extra special you have to take good care of them.
7 Even if you don't cut/harm draw a butterfly to show support and name it after somebody you know who cuts or self harms. It could help
there is one place
where i feel safe.

there is one place
where i can feel comfortable in my own skin.

there is one place
where i can comfortably expose my scars.

there is one place
where i can be myself.

there is one place
where i can feel needed.

there is one place
where i can be free.

there is one place
where i can forget my troubles.

there is one place
where i can finally feel sane.

there is one place
where i can stop feeling so alone.

there is one place
where i can stop feeling numb.

there is one place
where i can feel my sadness melt away.

there is one place,
and one place only.
can you guess where it is?
I like the feeling of control I get
When I cut in a straight line down my arm.
Never deep enough to ****,
Only seep enough to bleed
Pastell dichter Jan 2016
If you knew
That I draw on my skin so I don't cut.
That I'm more broken than you think.
That I hate my body,
My scars,
My brain.

If you knew
That I've cried myself to sleep for the past week because I'm scared of myself.
That I don't trust myself with a knife.
That I just want to sleep,
And never ever,
Wake up.

If you knew
That the only thing keeping me going is the thought of seeing my sweetheart.
That I wish I wasn't born sometimes.
That Im not okay,
No matter,
How manny times you ask.

If you only knew
Whats going through my head as I wright this.
Would you take me to see a therapist?
Would you want to help me?
Or turn your back and tell me that I'm "fine"?

If you knew
That I'm tired of living,
And I just want it to stop.
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