The ice helps more then the blade, that's what I would like to say.
For the lines on my skin that grow with each day.
Someone told me to hold the frozen water that was like glass.
So I may feel that pain,that I wish for.
But glitter can not shine on me for I have no glue to stick them onto me. So I am a mess.
For cold cubes can not heal me, then why did she said I should try?
- Litzy
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Lost Kingdom
PoetryTheses are the poems of my scars and thoughts that my Depression, Anxiety, with my BPD that cost me to brake down many times in my life. I show these emotions to share my experience with others. Not for the attention but to relies a breath to the sk...
