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as i draw the room temperature blade across my skin little white marks scratches like a cat remain a hidden sign of the pain the torture of the hopelessness suffered in amongst the peaceful serenity of destruction that is currently swallowing me whole i wish i had the courage to draw on my hands like normal or my wrists for a change but this time it must remain my private little secret my ***** little secret or those the closest to me will get hurt and  that will only make things worst if i had the courage i’d draw dainty sparkles of crimson blood i’d push hard against the mottled canvas of my uppermost thigh i’d do it properly but i can’t bring myself to push any harder i pause for the second time since i began i think of those i’ve seen around me in public at school college wherever some try to hide their masterpieces with age old techniques which do nothing but cry louder and more desperately than the lines of ink which they so desperately want to keep so secret it doesn’t work some hang theirs up on exhibition for the whole world and their wife to see free of charge no one cares or even really notices as i draw the room temperature blade across my skin i finally feel okay.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
As I Draw
as i draw the room temperature blade across my skin little white marks scratches like a cat remain a hidden sign of the pain the torture of the hopelessness suffered in amongst the peaceful serenity of destruction that is currently swallowing me whole i wish i had the courage to draw on my hands like normal or my wrists for a change but this time it must remain my private little secret my ***** little secret or those the closest to me will get hurt and  that will only make things worst if i had the courage i’d draw dainty sparkles of crimson blood i’d push hard against the mottled canvas of my uppermost thigh i’d do it properly but i can’t bring myself to push any harder i pause for the second time since i began i think of those i’ve seen around me in public at school college wherever some try to hide their masterpieces with age old techniques which do nothing but cry louder and more desperately than the lines of ink which they so desperately want to keep so secret it doesn’t work some hang theirs up on exhibition for the whole world and their wife to see free of charge no one cares or even really notices as i draw the room temperature blade across my skin i finally feel okay.
#calm#hurt#pain#sadness#love#fear#true#truthful
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graceaustin
18/F/England
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
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