You don’t need arrows to pierce the skin
Your grief will do just fine
You don’t need insults to stab the heart
Your disappointment is enough
You don’t need a blade to cut the surface
Your tears will do the job
How can I be your daughter
While I’m being the parent you never had
How can I go to you with my sorrow
When a single tear of my own
Sends you reeling in regret and tears
That out last mine
When my past
Turns into your own nightmare
Your hugs turn into me holding you up
Me holding you together
Comforting you
Trying to bandage your wounds
While my own bleed uncontrollably
And when you are feeling great you say “we” are doing great
And when I’m doing stuff on my own
It’s a good thing for you, because my determination will encourage you
And when you are depressed is it all about you and your pain
And when it is my sorrow
You are the first to shed tears and turn it upon yourself
I’m trapped in this darkness
Drowning in my own
And waves of yours just push me farther down
Suffocating because you keep stealing my breath
Dying because you keep me from healing
You tear away my bandages to place upon yourself
And I let you
I help you with my shaky hands
Hold you with my bleeding arms
Comfort you with the little air I have in my lungs
I let my tears fall into your eyes for you to cry
I tell you the words that I long to hear from you
That I long to feel
“Everything will be ok”
I wish this was true
I warm you with my heart
And you greedily accept
Leaving me cold
Inside and out
You take my emotions
Leaving me numb
Robotic
And you tell me you love me
After you just killed me
And yet you have no idea
How far it has gone
How much you take from me
How much I give to you
I may have placed the poison in your hands
But you are the one who used it on me
Again and again
And now you watch me struggle for life
And you say “I wish I could help”
But deep down you need me
Need me to give up my life so you can live
Need me to keep coming back for the antidote
Only to poison me again
Once upon a time you called me “Your Baby”
But now I have no name
Because like everything else
You have taken it from me…

I sit and wait
Wait for this mental suffering to end
For someone to tell me it'll all be okay
That someone doesn't come
The thoughts do
You can end it all
You're pathetic
Worthless
No one cares
But I know I shouldn't end it
I want an eternity, though I know I don't deserve it
But how do I escape this?
And there's my familiar friend
Sitting next to me
Beckoning me
To press his blade into my skin
To make my mental pain physical
To make myself bleed
I pick him up
And listen to him
I let out a few sobs
As my blood runs down my arm
But I quickly shut up
Someone might hear
I wipe my tears and blood away
Walk out of the bathroom
And smile through my pain.;

and then

you look for

a way to

peel of your skin,

a candlestick

and a rusted

blade beside

the matchbox

because the

dreams were

too magnificent for

you to ever

grow into,

so you lie

beside it

in a corner,

let it pour out

like wandering

silver mist

from a stranger’s

lost cigarette,

too exhausted

to be another

hand-me-down;

teeming with

pride

like a writer’s

old notebook

that still smells

of old lavender

and almost

unused lipstick

and teardrops

and ink blots

and almost

unnoticed mistakes

and a little

too much sentiment,

outlawed by time,

ripped out

like a reluctant

heartful of stifling

frustration and

fragmented

with sarcastic

tenderness,

like gravel

that once

hoped to

be sculpture

in an ancient

museum of fine arts,

because, y’know,

everything

is fine

until it’s gone;

shine bright;

dead stars

were born in

the wrong

galaxy; dead

people were

merely unlucky.

I'm going to get up today!
"Lay your *** down, you ain't doing ****"
I wanna eat something sweet.
"You might want to stick to fruit and water, fat *** "
I should hang out with somebody.
"Nobody wanna be bothered with you. Go home"
I wish I could talk to somebody but
"No-one needs to know, will understand, or gives af"
Maybe I should try today eventhough
"I'm dumb asf and I'm going to fail anyway"
There's people that care about me but
"If I die , life will go on and the world keeps turning"
I should just stick to being by myself
"I'll just end up hurting someone or hurt"
**** this I'm done with love
"Took me long enough , love been done with me"
Why am i even still here
"I ain't **** anyway. I ain't gone be **** either"
Life just not worth getting up for
"I should just sleep and never wake"
**** it. One good cut is all I need.
"**** put the blade up! your no fun If your dead"
I guess I'll just fake a smile for the day.

~Corona Harris~

You inspire me to be better
Assertive like heaven
Positive vibes move subtle, etheric wheather
Though not as you think
Subtle like beyond view ;
vibe Grand like da right hand of the spectrum
Young driver but
Dis ain't my first vehicle
Sight like, first-eye wise
"Nanotangible"
O sumtm' of da direction
The blessing is
We can all share this space of awareness
If we step correct
No draggin
No shade
Upliftment
Sun rays
But the method take
A lil "calminuity"
Yeah I get fluid like da element
In the Magic of Creation
No disruption
No displacement
Focus like a blade being sharpened
Home is Presence

Aborigines in the Australian outback  
Among starving dingoes

A drug deal going on behind the bowling alley
And a butterfly knife waiting to be put into someones gut

Show some skin
Then maybe you will get somewhere at the customer service desk
Buyer beware, consumer keep cautious
Lay waste to that place and get your money back

They sold you an amphibian and told you it was a marsupial
The clerk wrote your inconvenience off as null

Off in Puerto Rico there's a cockfight
Pass the bug replant
Dos cervezas por favor
It's a steel cage grudge match
Brought to you by the courtesy of some man who's name I cannot pronounce
I got my invitation to this thing in a basket of tropical fruit
Someplace near substructure homes

I see a man in a bandanna looking at me
He turned out to be a free lance astronomer who has a thesis on starry quadrilaterals in the sky
He thought by betting on the bigger rooster he would hit pay dirt
But it was I who met pay day when I bet on the smaller, faster one

The astronomer had so much hate in his eyes I thought his corneas were going to burst
Be pulled out a blade and chased after me and all my winnings with the intent to puncture my torso and pillage my pockets

But had to go see a man about a horse named "Nunya"
Luckily I got away clean to tall the tale

when i was 8 years old,
i got off the bus.

i got off the bus to two words.
the next 72 hours were spent hiding in a basement.
nothing was coming.
i think, at least...

the whispers in my head told me otherwise though,
so in the basement i stayed.


when i was 10 years old,
the news woman shared stories.

the news woman told me the end was near.
maybe that wasn't her exact words.
i didn't sleep...
just in case.

insomnia became a friend of mine.


when i was twelve years old,
the new year rung in and i was alone.

the house was blanketed in silence,
and i sat on an empty couch,
and everything had seemed so quiet.
a razor blade was my only company.

we became quite close that night.


when i was fourteen years old,
i wandered barren hallways,
adorned with crimson.
they had given me free socks when i'd arrived.

the psych ward was not nearly as loud as the voices in my head.

i am now sixteen years old.
medications flow through my veins,
scars dance up and down my wrists,
and although i am surrounded by people,

i am so alone.


the moral of the story:
tell me when you figure it out,
because trust me, i'm still trying.

Raging tides crash on your shore.
Silence haunts the once sonorous street.
A heart that yearns for a melodious chord
and a voice awaiting its master's speech.

Well deserved and well endured.
These years and hours have left us cured.
Of a vice that only music invokes.
Better days shall come, silence assured.

For if I speak, I shall rage the men.
the men that hold the balance of fate
Anarchy as it is, what shall happen when
I embrace my pain and let cries escape ?

Lets fight a battle on the silent plains
the victor chooses the fate of sound
Will silence forever continue to thrive ?
or victory be loudly cheered around ?

To battle, I shall bring my song.
Sing to you what I had wrote.
You may bring your sharpened blade,
and swing it through my dulcet note.

From the dead silence that cleared
The sounds of victory had appeared,
reveled and graced the listening ears,
would abide therein for the coming years.

Had the ill not been spoken.
Had we let ourselves resist.
The world would've been quieter now,
not knowing ever that I exist.

Your knife, my back,
It doesnt get any better after that,
My blood, it splatters the walls,
My screams, travel down the halls,
And now you have to drag my body,
down to the river,
Where you can hide your deathly sin,

its okay,
you didnt mean to hurt me, i know, you only wanted to make me bleed
but now I'm dead, *******,
and now I'll haunt you,
until the guilt kills your stupid ***,
and then you'll know,
what it feels like,
to be stabbed,
straight in the back,
with a cold blade,
feels great, huh love

now you're dead,
oh what a mistake I've made,
now we fight even after the grave,
in the place we've called home,
hell, we are in hell,
because of your stupid ***,
now i'll brand you with this coal I found
for you shall pay for the blade that was plunged into my back,
without even a second glance after the deed was done.

The serum made from
Venomous leaves dripping poison
Fire smoke that puffs ectasy
And the flesh that needs it so desperately.
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
It's the chemicals on my lips and in my brain
Steady inhale
Shaking exhale
I am not the same
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
It was the cigarette, or it was the rock
It was the alcohol, it was **** on my laptop
Sweet euphoric self destruction
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
I didn't know the first time would lead to this. An ******* sensation sealed with deaths kiss.
Like morphine in my veins oh god oh god what a thrill
As the stress leaves my body
I bind my name to addictions will
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
I drank that serum fast
Toxic infection with intent to last.
But I was unaware
Of the intense hard grip metal could bear
As it bites at my flesh, fangs fully exposed to tear, leaving my porcelain canvas to wear, a shade of red stitched with despair.
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
The dagger cuts, shallow and deep
It leaves me numb as my emotions rush to feast
on that flavor of being leaked
Out of the open wounds that cry freedom from me.
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
Rust knows nothing of me, for my heart and mind are still beating as wild chaotic company. And I feel overwhelmed, circumstances have driven me to
Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat.
My one faithful friend
Giving me strength and peace of mind.
While threatening my life all at the same time.
Everyday for 3 years I kept this glutton healthy and by my side
Releasing me of anxiety
Relieving me of strife
Ruining my chances of ever being alright and leaves ridges in the soft spots of my arms and thighs.
Repeat repeat repeat all day and all night, drink the serum at your own risk you're signing away the last sane piece of your mind.
It was the cigarette , it was the rock
It was alcohol, it was **** on my laptop.
For me it was a blade that I happily obeyed.
Lines on my body was the price that would be paid.
I don't do it anymore but the glutton still knows my name
Saying Release. Relief. Ruin. Repeat. Is an offer that can't be beat.
But like the scalding lungs and nostrils of addicts using who'd had enough.  I furiously tell you there's a way, the exit sign illuminates above a door labeled "self love"

I f l e w too close to the sun
And fell too close to the stars
I cried the tears of the moon
As I felt the loneliness of asteroids.


I hugged the never touching trees
And kissed the lonely roses
And b r e a t h e d the air for the dying grass
And sat in the laps of the evergreen vines of ivy.

I ran with the wolves
To forget the malice feeling of the cougars
And s a n g the song of freedom with the hawks
As I let the rabbits comfort me.

I walked with the preoccupied humans
As I stared at the nervous buildings
And hugged the crying street light
Then let the cold air b i t e me

I sat a l o n e in my empty room
With the joyfully stained razor blade
And with the vain and well woven noose
Jumping off the chair as I choose.

My scars are quite visible today.
So is my main artery.
It scares me that I constantly wonder
What it would be like to
Push a blade far enough
To the point of no return.
Would they be able to save me?
Would I even let them do so?
Why would I want this?
I am not sure, to be honest.
I shouldn't do self-diagnosis but
I honestly believe I am quite crazy.
I believe I have social anxiety and
seasonal depression as well as
PTSD.

Maybe I should go get a checkup
Before I end up making my
****** dream come true.

I opened them up just slightly, then in haste I departed
there creases and all that was inside spilt upon the floor.
I learnt from my first mistake, this wasn't the first time I had
opened one up. But the realization over took my needing and
what was within expelled so much held within,
mistaking what was and now spilt on the surroundings.

The next time I emptied them gently in to the tub,
I was slightly strange but I preferred to cut two open then
miss them in essence, I was hungry for what they had to give
and once I had my fill I discarded then to the side lingering
in a mess of what once was and what was partly tasted
sodden in the essence I had partaken to envelope them both in.

A few days later I had a taste for something different,
so I delved my knife into it. So seductive to watch
it break upon the skin, I scraped upon it and I licked
the knife like it was a lolly pop weeping essence on
my tongue. Then I spread it on the other then I lacerated
cutting it with a blunt knife, lusting the feel on my palm.

Do you know how long it takes to cut deep with a blunt
instrument. Time, and I adored the pleasure of the misery that
I felt when I finally ****** through from front to aft. I put the
blade down, and that piece that had became singular was now
digested within myself and it was salty going down. I ******
cereal every morning the aroma when descending exquisite.

Inside of your head
      Every little detailed memory and picture
Float about the wandering waters of you personality
I see flashes of you spray across the waves
    What used to be you
You've changed now
The happiness that used to be so vibrant is now as dull as the blade you've used one too many times

It's quite when I see it
    your happiness
It's naked and sniffling in the corner
As soon as your happiness sees me it widens it's cloudy eyes.
"Do you need help?" I say with a small step forward
Surprise flashed on its face
Before draining away
I see it happening agin
Your pride is stepping up
It begins to pick at it's already chewed nails-just like you do when your lying

It looks up at me and plasterers on a faux smile and says with a trembling confidence

"I'm fine"

Ran the jackhammer today
cutting asphalt for drain pipes.
Stood in a light rain
balancing the hammer as the blade
                               broke
                 ­    slowly
                           deeper
and thought of things far away.
You have to.

After work, when I got home,
I touched my small boy's outstretched hand:
my fingers hummed like tuning forks.

flawless like a dear
Drinking at a lake in the clear
On the lime grass.. Steady here
Free in peace
No shots no fear

raised  in shadows
In dark and cold
Lost something precious
Lost what was stole
now we live alone
Pain and stiff down to the bone
like a car driving in and out of cones
one knocked over
test is over
failed and bailed on a challenge to start over
Big cold shoulder
Heavy like a solider
Respect was lost
Like a stage of maze
never named but repaid
dirt and shovel
Dirt and *****
killed by the solider
died by his blade
look at the mess we made?

A SNOW STORM CREATED BY OSAMA BIN LADEN AND RONNIE BIGGS AND TED BUNDY



LAST NIGHT, OSAMA BIN LADEN WANTED TO REALLY ROCK THE WORLD AND CAUSE A REAL BIG SNOWSTORM

WHICH WILL SHAKE UP THE WORLD, YOU SEE PEOPLE ARE FRANTIC IN NEW YORK AND SURROUNDINGS

WHICH HAD TO CLOSE A FEW SCHOOLS AS WELL, AND RONNIE BIGGS AND TED BUNDY SAID, WE ARE

GOING TO GRAB BRIAN ALLAN, WHO IS CRONUS, SO HIE POWERS CAN’T BE USED HERE, YOU SEE

THEY BOUGHT IN MANY HURRICANES AND LOADS OF SNOW, WITH THE SOUND WOULD SCARE EVERYONE,

YOU SEE,OSAMA TED AND RONNIE HAVE BRIAN ALLAN PAUL BERENYI AND ADAM WALSH, TRAPPED

SO THEIR EVIL PLAN TO STOP NEW YORK AND SURROUNDS, FOR A FEW DAYS, YA KNOW ANY BROADWAY SHOWS

ON, WILL BE CANCELLED, AND PEOPLE RUSH TO BUY FOOD, SO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU, ARE TRAPPED

AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS, AND THOSE SNOW PLOW MEN WILL SUFFER, YOU SEE, LIKE BRIAN ALLAN AND PAUL BERENYI

AND ADAM WALSH, ARE ******* TO THE SUN, KEEPING THE SNOW, DOWN IN THE USA, AND THE SUN IS BLOCKED

PAUL, ADAM AND BRIAN, ALL SCREAMED, HELP, HELP, LET US GO, BUT OSAMA WHO WAS THE RING LEADER SAID

NO PAUL B BRIAN A AND ADAM WALSH, ARE WIRTH US FOREVER, AND THE PEOPLE IN CANBERRA ARE SAYING

LET BRIAN BE OUR LITTLE SKATEGOAT, WE LIKED THAT LITTLE GUY, BUT BRIAN AND PAUL AND ADAM

ARE BEING FORCED TO KEEP THE SUN AWAY SO THE USA CAN COMPLETELY SUFFER,

YOU SEE, US, BAD GUYS, LIKE WE HAVE YOU BOYS WITH US AND WHERE NOT PLANNING TO LET

YOU GO, UNTILL, AT LEAST THIS SNOW, DESTROYS THE LIVES OF EASTERN AMERICA, EVERYONE ON EARTH

WHY IS THIS SNOW, TAKING AFFECT, AND TED BUNDY SAID, I AM NOT LETTING YOU GUYS GO, YOU WILL BE WITH ME

FOREVER, AND EVER AMEN, YOU SEE EVERY BLADE OF SNOW, THAT FALLS AND CAUSES HAVOC, IS THE WORK

OR THESE SPIRITUAL VILLIANS, YOU SEE, BRIAN ALLAN STOPPED YOUTUBE SHOWING KIDS TYING THEMSELVES UP

ON YOUTUBE, AND TED, RONNIE AND OSAMA, HAVE TRAPPED BRIAN, WITH PAUL AND ADAM, AND FLIGHTS ARE BEING CANCELLED AS WELL

EVERYTHING IS BEING SHAKEN, OVER ON THE EASTERN COAST OF AMERICA, AND AS THE VILLIANS FLEM PAST THE SUN

WITH LOADS OF BIG SNOWBALLS, THEY WENT HEH HEH HEH HEH , WE HAVE YOU CRONUS AND YOUR TWO FRIENDS

YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE, OK, WHILE WE ARE TRYING TO FORCE MORE AND MORE SHOW, AND HOPEFULLY FLOOD

THE ENTIRE EATS AMERICAN CITIES, AND EACH PERSON IN NEW YORK ARE RUNNING AROUND BUYING SUPPLIES

AND BROADWAY IS BEING CLOSED FOR THE DAY, MAYBE LONGER, HOW LONG ARE OSAMA BIN LADEN AND TED BUNDY AND RONNIE BIGGS

GOING TO KEEP BRIAN AND PAUL AND ADAM UP THERE, BLOCKING THE SUN FROM DESTROYING A BIG AMERICAN SNOWSTORM

THEN AFTER TED BUNDY SAID GOODBYE, HE WENT OVER TO BRIAN AND PAUL, AND BASHED THEM WITH A RAY OF VERY HOT LIGHT

FROM A SWORD, THREATENING THEM AS HE SAID, I WILL HAVE YOU KIDS, WITH ME, FOREVER, PAUL AND BRIAN SAID, WE AIN’T KIDS

WE ARE MEN, AND RONNIE BIGGS SAID, YEAH, 2 LITLLE BRATTY KIDS, YOU 2, ARE AND THEN BASHED THEM, AS THEY CAN’T GET

THEIR BODIES, FREE FROM MY CLUTCHES, AND WE ALL SCREAMED, FUCKEN LET US GO, YA BLEEDING LITTLE ****

YOU SEE OSAMA, IS A ****, YOU SEE HIM WITH RONNIE BIGGS AND TED BUNDY, TRAPPING PAUL BRIAN, AND ADAM, AS WELL

AS MANY AMERICANS, WHO CAN’T LEAVE THEIR HOUSE, A KIDNAPPING MADE, THAT POLICE CAN’T STOP, UNLESS THEY WENT

AGAINST THE THEORY OF NATURE, AND OSAMA, TED AND RONNIE YELLS OUT HEH HEH HEH HEH, WE HAVE EVERYONE IN OUR TRAP

HEH HEH HEH HEH AND NOBODY ESCAPES THESE SPIRITUAL VILLIANS, JUST ASK BRIAN ALLAN, PAUL BERENYI AND ADAM WALSH, NOONE

The desperate search,
For some familiar earth.

The rise of the uncontrollable,
Until we resort to the toll of will,

The anxious blade,
Is the friend we made.

In our trying times,
That made tunnels of our eyes.

When our dice fall upon the zero,
There's no telling where we'll go,

Except to our secret place,
Where we've hidden our friendly blade.

Pain to distract from pain,
Just another color in our endless rain.

Ashamed of what we've done,
The scars we bear,
Are proof that we've won.
Because we were there.

Because we're still here.

For the memories of those who aren't,
Now would warrant a graceful tear.

For our brothers and sisters in arms,
and the arms who've bled,
we're the ones who know...

Just how strong we are.

You've made it this far,
There's no telling where you'll go

~Robert van Lingen

Fresh cut
There it stands
Waiting for your name
After so many years
Of running from your fate
You finally collapsed
Under the tidal waves of depression
Loaded up your 45
Tied a noose just in case
And sharpened your blade as a last resort
Ran to the place we both found peace and solitude
The one place I now refuse to wander
To me its not a name carved in stone
It’s your name I am carving into this stone
This marble headstone
Where in a few hours your body will be placed
Six feet below the shadow of this headstone
As the sun finally sets
I stayed after the ceremony
I asked you if you remembered those days
When we were just little kids
We would walk to the beach early in the morning
Stay all day
Listen to the other kids play
Their parents yelling at them
To not play with the jellyfish
That washed up on the shore
Hours before we arrived
We would walk hand in hand up and down the beach
Letting the water lick at our feet
Sat together in a silent embrace
We would wait patiently for the sun to set the sky on fire
With colors of the rainbow
We would watch the gulls shadow cross our faces
Reach for each other’s hands
It wasn’t selfish to sit here alone
It was just we loved being close
Sharing a common passion
The sea would extinguish the sun
The sea would glow with a neon foamy green
And we would swear it was the most beautiful place
The most perfect memories
The greatest moments within our history
Now here I am
Tears rolling down both cheeks
As I carve this name into the headstone
But its not just any name
It’s your name I am carving here
Trying not to mess up
Because deep down
I never told you how I feel
I regret not asking you out to the movies
The Valentines Day ball
The Homecoming Dance
The Middle School Prom
All the opportunities and instead
You sat at home alone
Crying your eyes out
Wearing the dress your parents bought
For you every time there was a dance to go to
I regret all the small things
That led me to pass up
Spending time with you the way we used to
And that pain hits me harder
With every time I carve a letter of your name
Into this ice cold marble headstone
I should have been there for you
The way that I promised you
I told you I would always be there for you
But I regrettably failed to keep that promise
And look at where it landed the both of us
Your dead and six feet below where I now stand
I am here standing looking at your name
The fresh name carved in stone
I am sorry
I still have all those secret Santa presents
And anonymous Valentines cards
The very ones we both knew where from you
Because you would blush
Every time I talked about them
You would try to hide your smile from me
And I thought it was the cutest thing ever
Because deep down I really do love you
And this pain I have from all the regret
Unfortunately gets passed to all the girls
I will use to cope with the pain
Your suicide has brought me
And I know it wasn’t selfish
You wanted to prove a point
And I hope these tears that refuse to stop flowing
Are evidence enough that your point is very clear
I Miss You!
I am sorry for all of this
But sadly the one thing that haunts me the most right now
Is seeing your name carved in stone
A name that I carved
Into ice cold unforgiving marble

I feel full with empty guilt
Every second I waste is a dagger
It stabs me so I'll spill crimson
Sparkles shiny, watches me stagger
I start to stumble and I'll fall
Let the blood dry black
Then I'll nurse my silver blade
Slam it down and feel my bones crack

Crimson-red clouds cover the sky. They cast a dark shadow of the lake; the water looks like black stained glass. The breeze blowing, sends shivers parading across the waters surface. The air is damp; scene fresh from the recent spring rain.

A man walks; shovel in hand. A shaggy- black dog follows; guided by a thick metal chain-leash; rattling, wrapped tightly around the man's waist.

The mud is waist high.

The Midnight sky cool.

A woman walks; chair in hand. She is alone. A shiny black cat crosses her path; tail up, yellow eyes. Mouse's tail hanging from it's mouth.

A catfish surfaces. The glow of the moon's reflection, rippling across the lake.

A dragonfly lands on a blade of grass; tipping it into the water's edge. Beautiful colors; shaded by the color of midnight.

The woman watching the dog; watching the man; watching the catfish; reaching for the dragonfly.

My tears stream
Down my face
As I think
Of how easily I can be replaced

My hands are trembling
Holding the blade
Is this worth
All of the scars I’ve made?

Then I remember
The people who taument me
Like Im emotionless
Just rid me of my glee

Every word you yelled
Every shove in the halls
Until Im crying
In the bathroom stalls

No one notices
They never will
All the pain you’ve caused
That I can’t ****

Then they wonder
Why Im dead on the ground
With my knife in my hand
And a note with blood all around

They are confused
Wondering why
Then they will all forget
And turn a blind eye

I’m all forgotten
Just like I new I would be

tw self harm




If I wasn’t worried about scars...

I... I wouldn’t stop...

I’d go over and over and over again
Pulling the blade across my arm
Everywhere
Use all the space now
Fill it all in
Til there’s nothing left
Nothing untouched
My forearms bleeding and raw...
Because... well...
If I wasn’t worried about scars...
There’d be no reason to stop