"don't tell me I'm perfect.
if i was, would they all see my flaws, and only flaws?
don't tell me i'm beautiful because i'm not."
crooked tone, swollen eyes
a rope assembles around her fingers, her right hand hold with a razor sharp lost thoughts, scattered words
skin, blood-stained every now and then
never weary, only pleasure was her pain
"stop and never do this again"
said and left
no friends, misunderstood, unaccepted, she was a fool
knotted rope up the ceiling, her surface dripping red,
"they made me do it"
cold corpse dangling,
coated red razors,
she is a soul kept in a star
"why would she? she was perfect, she was beautiful"
"don't tell me I'm perfect.
if i was, would they all see my flaws, and only flaws?
don't tell me i'm beautiful because i'm not."
not mine
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suicide//depression//self harm quotes
De Todosome are my own. others are from other people who I don't know the names of.
