No
Creases of sight become my vision
No
I shouldn't be seeing
This stinging feeling
The stain beside me
My words
Written
Chosen so carefully
Untouched
Failure
I must continue
Facing the glares
The whispers
The stares
Dizzy and slack I clean up this
Failure
Again
Numbly I stare
A new drawing for my collection
This one deeper
This one a
Failure
YOU ARE READING
Here I am
Random"Time will pass as a waterfall. Will you swim out, or flail under the stream?" •self harm •depression •anxiety •Eds •dysphoria
