tonight, i want to hurt myself more. there is this itchy feeling inside of me, something that whispers inside me.
"find something sharp," it says.
tonight, i want to hurt myself more. i want to cut my skin and all the other things beyond it & let blood spill like there's no tomorrow. my hands are itching to cut. i want to try. sure, i'd get hurt. but i guess it's better than not feeling anything at all.
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Scattered
PoetryI had words scattered in my head so I picked it all up and wrote a poem.
