Random Writings [Smut, Poems, Actual Stories, Etc.]

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Too Young.

Explaining depression and anxiety,

it's like holding an egg on a needle and keeping it from breaking.

You practice holding the egg on needles without breaking,

and tell yourself.

It will be fine, I can do this.

You feel it enough in you to try and explain your flaws to them,

they laugh and tell you,

"You're too young to know what anxiety is.

You're too young to have depression."

Yes! I am too young! That's the issue!

I'm too young to be depressed and

yet I am.

Too Beautiful.

Beauty coats her body in a soft embrace,

a seemingly indestructible fortress of angelicy.

No one seems to see the gloves she wears,

masking the deep scars of the cuts in her beauty.

But you watched as she unveiled the gloves,

revealing the many cuts and scars buried deep within her wrists.

A sad expression overflowed her face like a wave over the sand,

she started to cry in expecting of her beauty to be pushed away with the gloves.

You took her hands and kissed the cuts, showing each scar it's love.

Though you smiled at her as she placed the gloves back on,

your heart was shattering into fragments inside.

She's too beautiful to be doing this to herself.