I want to scream
I want to cry
And I hate to admit it
But I want to die
I want to stop this constant hurt
To stop the voices in my head
To never get out of bed
To stop cutting up my skin
Like it's paper
The blade a pen
But I'm and artist
And I can't quit
Every cut a step closer
To finishing my artwork
And once I finish
The lines will soon fade
Til little white lines
Are all that remains
And if I make a mistake
I cut and cut
Til blood covers up
Anything that I made
And then I'll start over
Onto a clean state
And when the lines heal
I'll trace them sometimes
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Poems or Quotes
Kısa HikayePoems I like or relate too. Most likely will be sad or depressing. I don't own them unless its stated that they are originals. When I add originals, I will add them to the beginning section. (It won't let me as of 3/1/23)
