How can something so bad feel so good?
I mean we're all addicted to something that takes the pain away right?
Maybe it's the blade you hide under your mattress or the cigarettes you smoke to kill your inner demons.
It feels good doesn't it?
The way the blade dances across your skin as if it's a figure skater and your skin is the smooth cold ice. Or maybe it's the way the smoke burns your throat that gives you the sensation to take another inhale.
But your skin isn't smooth after the blades done dancing is it? And that exhale of the smoke is all you need to realize you're stuck in a world that you don't belong in. in a world so messed up people don't know the meaning of the word LOVE or TRUST. In a world where people only notice you by the clothes you wear and the mistakes you've made. You're judged and given labels that follow you around throughout your life, and you don't get a second chance. In a world where you're alone, and by yourself;
So you take that blade and move it across your skin to paint those pictures in your mind that come out so beautiful and red.
You smoke that cigarette to quiet those inner demons you face every day; the ones you have a constant battle with in your head that it drives you to the point of giving up...
And you sit there, on the roof of your house at 5 in the morning looking at the wonderfully Crafted world in front of you; wondering how something so good can feel so bad.
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Thoughts of the damned
Poesia" My love for him is like a lit candle, and as the flames used to grow bigger and stronger, it's now slowly fading. The more he ignores me it fades. The more I think about what he's told me, it fades. You see what hurts me the most, is that he told...
