TW: self harm
Imagine being so fucked up that you have to cut
That you have to slice deep into your skin
To find comfort and love
And hope
And love
And whatever friends hide under there
That hug your skin
Cling onto you got life
Traces that never leave
People think I'm crazy
Saying they're invisible
They're just quiet
They don't speak
They stand there staring, watching
No part of my life unseen
Waiting
But they never leave
A blessing, a reminder
A meaningless pledge
Meaningless cuts
Meaningless hurt
None of it ever meant a thing
For myself and other
All completely
Meaningless
Context: a poem about how I feel haunted by my scars, how I hate them, how other people hate them, how everything makes me feel as though I'm insane.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
