TW: self-harm
There's a burn that I can't quite describe-
The relief, the thrill, forgetting I'm alive.
I watch in awe as scarlet ink blooms from my skin,
Relief from the dull void of numbness within.
I'd rather feel this than nothing at all
And so continues my rapid fall.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
