Poems from a Quiet Girl // poetry

clean

tw:selfh@rm
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What is being clean?
Because you could say that I was clean
I threw away the knives and sharpeners
And I don't c^t anymore

But I take scalding hot showers 
And get into fights just because I can
And i pick at my skin so much it starts bleeding

But that isn't sh, is it?
Because it's not c^tting or b^rning
So it can't be, right?

And my c^ts are turning into scars
They are healing and maybe I am getting better
Because as long as i dont c^t I have to be getting better
Right?

Will we ever really be clean?
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