If I were alone in the world I would cover myself in enough scars that I wouldn't be able to look away,
I would make sure every inch of skin was shining red with pain,
I would cut and scratch and burn until it had no gain,
Hand to hand,
Arm to arm,
Thigh to thigh,
Ankle to ankle,
And everything in between.
Id be covered in scars but at least they'd be mine.
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Broken, Burnt, & Blooming
PoetrySome people want to be saved Some people don't, Some people can be saved Some people can't. {A poetry book of anything that comes to mind. Including: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Gender dysphoria, LGBTQ+ themes, Love, Toxic...
