Loud Pøetry Spilled From The...

By Clarkiemonstr

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All of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) ... More

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By Clarkiemonstr

Each morning is a chore.

Waking up

And breathing some more.

This constant battle

I'm trying to hide.

Stains my skin

And rips my pride.

This stainless steel

Comes alive,

Dancing lines across my skin,

Piruoetting,

And on the beat

Hitting the vein.

Going numb and fainting once more.

He won't be waking up

Anymore.

This tormented night

Will cease

And be ignored...

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