oakley

oakley Apr 2016

"see? no cuts."
please don't look into my eyes.
there's nothing on my wrists
but you never check my thighs.
my skin is like a canvas
and i just can't help myself
my razors are my paintbrushes
"no, i don't need help."
*i love all of my paintings
i love the way it feels
when porcelain skin
is met with stainless steel

oakley Apr 2016

meaningless lines

why am i so proud of these stupid cuts?
why am i so ashamed of these stupid cuts?
they don't mean anything.
i guess they used too.
now they're just there.
now all they mean is i have to wear long sleeves.

oakley Apr 2016

burning skin-frozen blood

his wrists are ****** up
but don't let that fool you
he stopped feeling pain months ago
now he just wants to see the blood run
he allows his broken skin to deceive him
make him believe if only for a moment
that his numb heart is still beating
but he knows better

this one probably isn't about who you think it is

oakley Apr 2016

that nagging voice

you can't decide who you are
you can't tell people how you feel
you can't motivate yourself to do ****
you cant stop destroying yourself
you can't see the good in things
you can't make your words sound nice
you can't do anything
and it's all your fault

oakley Apr 2016

3 am thoughts

i'm becoming less interesting.
the world is noticing
& so are you.

oakley Mar 2016

don't wait to care about me until i'm not around to be cared about

why do you wait until i've fallen
to try to hold me up?
why to you wait until i'm broken
to try to hold me together?
why do you only meet my eyes
when they're swollen and red?
is that when i'm worth noticing,
when my heart is all but dead?