TW self harm, gore
Running around as per usual, like I always do. Running from my problems running away from my brain.
This body isn't fucking mine
Nobody is going to care
These pink stripes
White
Now red
Now dark red
Not deep enough
It's never deep enough
I need to saw through my flesh
I need to rip up tender tissue
Scrape into bone
Gritting my teeth
I can barely see anything anymore
The hopelessness is sinking in
It's so deep in my soul
It's so..... deep
Blood
That's all I need
All I need is my own blood
YOU ARE READING
Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
