It's her.
She poured the darkness into my soul
like a waterfall
washing away every inch of joy.
She forced my eyes open.
"I don't need cake
or food
or water.
Cars run on empty
so can I."
She plunged self depreciation into my heart.
"idiot"
"lardo"
"worthless".
And engraved it
using my wrists as her canvas
a blade as the brush
and my blood and the paint.
It is her
not me
help.
A/N
This poem is inspired by Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson. She's an amazing author, I definitely recommend her.
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From My Mind to Yours (2016)
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty". (Edgar Allen Poe)
