Aug 2017
To those hidden under blankets, huddled close to their lovers:
There are some among us who are wrapped in blankets of our own tears.
To those who purse their lips in a smile as soft melodies floating through the air lull you to sleep:
There are those of us who write sleepless lullabies on our arms with the sharp embrace of the blade, our only comfort.
There are some among us who are wrapped in blankets of our own tears.
To those who purse their lips in a smile as soft melodies floating through the air lull you to sleep:
There are those of us who write sleepless lullabies on our arms with the sharp embrace of the blade, our only comfort.
So, where to start, there's just so much. First off, my best friend relapsed with her self harm, I'm doing my best to support her, but I know she's struggling with a lot and I just cross my fingers and hope that if there is a god of any kind anywhere in this world that it take pity on her and take this suffering from her. Second, I think I've found my muse, but it appears to be the very same thing that always brings me back, the eternal human condition, the struggle we all face. Any messages or comments are welcome and thank you for taking the time to read this.
