one slash here
another there
the crimson fluid staining my tanned skin
I find beauty in the disorderly fashion the beautiful scars decorate my slender arm
each mark telling their own story
once again reminding me im left to fight this cruel world alone
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disillusionment
PoetryI struggle to naivigate the treacherous seas of life.There is nothing I can do to escape from these waves crashing down on me.I feel like the storm is never ending and eventually ill drown. WARNING ⚠️ depictions of self harm and drug use
