Sliding the cold steel across my skin
It stings, yet it feels so good..
I can't stop
Cut after cut
It just feels so addicting
This feeling of numb
This feeling of just not caring anymore
Nothing bothering me
Just the feeling of drying tears on my cheeks
And the feeling of warm blood leaking down my arm
So comforting
So beautiful
This destruction of my body
I can't wait for it to scar
So that I can see it everyday
So I can see what I did tonight
So everyone can see
What an utter failure I am
And how sensitive I am
And they can all laugh
But I'll have my scars
Wearing them like medals
Each victory marked
I tamed myself
I own myself
I am myself
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Pixi's Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I've written, embracing all different emotions I feel. A lot of these poems are dark, and it may be triggering for others to read. Poetry is one of my safe-places, and I would like to share it with you <3 TW// SH, S...
