Jul 2013
This blade I use
As my paint brush,
My arm as my canvas;
Pale and innocent,
Save for scars from another time.
They will be joined,
Together,
In yet another
Beautiful, red painting.
My wrist, the white horizon
In the background.
As my paint brush,
My arm as my canvas;
Pale and innocent,
Save for scars from another time.
They will be joined,
Together,
In yet another
Beautiful, red painting.
My wrist, the white horizon
In the background.
self harm in the form of cutting.
(neverland)
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