Painful RoutineRetaliating hurt leads to a routine, A bad for me custom, never ending, Dripping, dropping, streaming clean. Life in liquid form drips into the night. It cleanses, it aches, these visual marks. A firey burn that continues for hours. Achingly delicious, a vibrating heat. You hurt me, I hurt you, I hurt me too, So I turn to this beautiful habit, It worsens, the scars remain, Lines crisscross over a body, A perfect canvas of pale skin For visible pain, for eager release, For these scars that will never fade. The blood pools, it hardens it cakes, Little hiddPainful Routine
Monsters Under Her SkinFlesh is stripped, torn away She feels so very alone The blood runs clean from her form. Nothing else feels so complete, Yet so unsatisfying too. So confusing, so frustrating, Oh but what a relief, What a release, what an excitement So another day passes. Another line is drawn, Getting through a nightmare, She clings to control, giving in to only one vice. To cut, to see the blood streaming free.Monsters Under Her Skin
She cannot escape herself the lies she tells when alone, The feelings she hides Crying, she begs for help. Somebody see this, som
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