For years I painted my skin with a blade
I bled out in hopes of feeling something
As cuts paint my skin I sit in pain
Pain so deep it replays every night
It consumes me
It eats me alive
It burns
As cuts painted me
Pain painted my thoughts
Covering them in pools of darkness
the darkness that gets darker by the day
Cuts of thoughts spilling from each side
scars that paint my body
Scars cover the most gentle parts of me
Scars that hide behind the sleeves of shirts
As I add more to the story
The story of life
The story that needs an ending
The incomplete story
Waiting to be completed
Dania Punjani
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TWO FACED
PoetryI present TWO FACED a collection of poems written by me Dania Punjani regarding mental health . Some of these poems are what i have experienced regarding my mental health as a girl and the damage society causes to us precious beings . I hope my poet...
