So this is triggering so just keep that in mind.
She always seemed to answer to the blade
of the knife because her life never seemed to get any better.
Tears streamed from eyes has the slashes got quicker.
She found relief in the pain.
Because she didn't know anything better.
The blood clung to her skin has her burdens
got thicker.
The life dimmed from her eyes.
Because the stars in her skies no longer
shined as bright.
She tried to say goodbye to the old habit
that never seemed to quite die.
But the thoughts of the blade against her skin
haunted her thoughts almost all the time.
She prayed to god to kill her thoughts
of self harm and suicide.
But they stuck to her like a
permanent scar.
And begged her to give up the fight.
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Mixed Creations
PoetryI see things around me and I want to speak about it moreover rant. Because once I had no voice and writing became my voice. My words are my weapons yet their my savior. These pieces are connected closely to my personal life and from the world around...
