hope and faith are my most elaborate form of self harm. the more i hope, the more i die a little inside because i know in the end of it all i will only be lead back to my very bestfriend *disappointment
slice, slice, slice. I'm slicing down my legs. shine, shine, shine. I see the metal shining blade. blood, blood, blood. Blood's rushing down my legs. pain, pain, pain. I just gained some more self hate.
self harm takes many forms from wrist lined in white to burns on thighs
but i learned it's much more than that it's holding everything in it's those negative thoughts i think it's when I bite my inner lip to remind myself that any day, i could decide i don't want to live
self harm is so much more than those white lines or burn marks.
-r.y.s
I was never one to put a blade to my skin, so I found other ways instead.
there's nothing romantic about stinging, shaking legs and a still silence surrounding lovers that creates screams in their heads -- where did i go wrong i'm such an idiot there's nothing beautiful about blood and self-loathing, insecurities and guilt. there's no turning around. there's only moving forward. and maybe they'll both be different, but they'll probably stay the same. and there's nothing -- nothing -- pretty about that.
When I found you, You were dancing with shadows, An elegant tango with the demons inside. Fluttering fire and sparking like embers, Danger and beauty wrapped into one. I tamed you, restrained you, Let you gleam in the light. But you weren't built for sunshine, my creature of the night. Love couldn't hold you, your heart mine no more. So you could dance with your devil's behind closed doors.
i see fluffy rabbits, kittens and elephants shapes that tickle the imagination a celestial playground for the clouds of the starry starry night. i see shattered dreams and broken promises whispered prayers to reverse death written in the cold stars of the **starry starry night.