Poisoned Ink

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I release my monsters

Through my words

Putting pencil to paper

Spills out the ink in my brain

That has been poisoned with deadly thoughts

I substitute a blade on skin

For a pen on paper

Because it's the only thing I can do to survive

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This first poem is a little short, but I wanted to post it first because it's the title of this collection! 

(indirect time)

I know that there are some people who are out there that might be reading this, and the only thing I have to say is that I hope you aren't going to be too stunned or scared when you read some of these. Or angry. I wrote most of this when I was going through very difficult times in my life, and I ask that you don't blame me or shun me or whatever because of my coping strategy.

 

Friendly reminder that you can also read my poetry on my Instagram/Tumblr, both called demonsquarters.

Thanks everyone!

secretly, 

lanibear

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