Most people are disturbed
By the ability to harm yourself.
They don't see
The fucked up way
That I see it.
Your skin is the canvas.
Your blood is the paint.
Your scars are the picture.
Of the pain.
You attempt to break the habit
Because you always forget about the stain.
Nobody wants to see the painted picture
Of their tortured memories.
Etched into your skin forever,
For everyone to see.
So you harm yourself in other ways
By drinking in the dark.
Sleeping it off to forget
Another red scene,
For them to witness.
You have to remember,
Nobody wants to undress
The girl with scars.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
שירים// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...