If I told you all the despair I had, would it make a difference? Will it give me light? So many thoughts antagonize me, just the remembrances of them. I thought my heart was the one aching, so I ripped it out but the pain kept hunting me. Threw my headagainst the wall but I was still aching. So I tried painting    Exactly what I felt.. but I couldn’t see any color that matched my darkness. I went outside to hear anyone calling out my name....but the silence I found there was the one inside me.  I pulled out my eyes so I could fill them up with sun .... it didn’t work..... there’s no way out
No way to cut the pain away . The pain within .Ou.......I

When I trim it,I do it as quickly as I can so I don’t end up using myself. But my hands are so tempting, my heart shuts down, and my conscience whispers to me let my fingers free. Ou the shower handler gets me exciting every time . Flowers get dry and thirsty, I mean it’s not wrong to save them, to splash a little although i won’t be satisfied. After I’m done then the guilt comes in,so I take a look in the mirror and ask myself “am I thi only one? Why do I come back to this bad habit? I mean it only lasts 2 minutes... 2 ******* minutes that I keep borrowing so I can get away from this pathetic place.

So velvety that the whips I got couldn’t make it Stony. The stories and the maps that are drawn on it are my scars.... Scars that are filled with agony and distress. Ou they all say” what beautiful skin you have” but they can’t see my excruciating burns beneath it. I bathe it with coconut oil, that’s why it shines like the moonlight.

Where blinded by her own perspective, small they grew that she lost a glimpse of herself. Her lids enclosed in  on her, letting her view her inner most catastrophes. There she perceived her agony ,contusions, her displease of herself that kept anguishing her. She tried throwing them in a desolated latitude, because she couldn’t bare the stabbing pain no longer. Nails she used to penetrate her lids so her peepers could sense her heavenly body again.... ou she was pleased
  
Pleased that her lapis lazuli eyes were naked again.

He opened my limbs, slowly he poured his warm breath between me, so warm that it felt like a candle wax. Hankered so he could stroke in one of his fingers. Derided I was that I wanted to sink my teeth into him. Rainy his tongue was,that the drops felt like glaciers, moved by the tongue delicately that couldn’t move my corpse. Pricking every sense that I had left..... Ou he was divine

Devine that I splattered his image with my sap, finally he gave me a savor taste of my encephalon .

She shined so bright fully out of this world that the stars where jealous of her. As Pure she was that her Milky Way tears purified everything they touched. She became blinded by pain,fear ,anger and consumed by hatred,so everything she touched never seemed good enough. She lost herself and became jealous of the light that is in the mirror, she lost herself in her weakness.