She stares through cracked glass
Wetness reddens her cheek, and her deep blue oceans are puffy
She watches me
I pluck at my skin, at my fingers
She pleads me to stop
The compulsion urges me to continue
She knows my heart
Wishing it would heal not hurt
She reaches out
I cannot take her hand while I'm picking at my skin
She is trapped behind broken glass
There is nothing she can do
She allows tears to roll down her cheeks
As I tear at myself
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
She stares through cracked glass
Wetness reddens her cheek, and her deep blue oceans are puffy
She watches me
I pluck at my skin, at my fingers
She pleads me to stop
The compulsion urges me to continue
She knows my heart
Wishing it would heal not hurt
She reaches out
I cannot take her hand while I'm picking at my skin
She is trapped behind broken glass
There is nothing she can do
She allows tears to roll down her cheeks
As I tear at myself
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