Panting
the brush glides
so smoothly over
the light canvas
Yet the ink
doesn't absorb into the fibers
but spills from the art
You may look at my work
and be disgusted
horrified ever
you may not see what I see
you may look at these red lines
on this pale canvas
and not be controlled by its beauty
But I am
And this is all I can do from killing myself
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Panting
the brush glides
so smoothly over
the light canvas
Yet the ink
doesn't absorb into the fibers
but spills from the art
You may look at my work
and be disgusted
horrified ever
you may not see what I see
you may look at these red lines
on this pale canvas
and not be controlled by its beauty
But I am
And this is all I can do from killing myself
Self-harm is controlling me, I can't stop thinking about relapsing and I'm only a few weeks clean.
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