“i tear at my skin with
a blade; trying to find the
flowers that bloom beneath
i grab at my tendons and rip
them aside, fully determined
to find the pollen hidden inside
i dig and dig at this body;
covering my once beautiful skin
with ***** scratches until i am
nothing but embers ready to
be discarded into the wind
i destroyed myself for
flowers that ceased to exist
am i truly that gullible?”
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
“i tear at my skin with
a blade; trying to find the
flowers that bloom beneath
i grab at my tendons and rip
them aside, fully determined
to find the pollen hidden inside
i dig and dig at this body;
covering my once beautiful skin
with ***** scratches until i am
nothing but embers ready to
be discarded into the wind
i destroyed myself for
flowers that ceased to exist
am i truly that gullible?”
if you relate to this, just know that you are not alone. you do not need to end your streak. you deserve peace.
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