The metal bit her skin
Leaving beautiful scars behind
She stared at the blood stained razor
She couldn't possibly think
With the tears on her face
And the blood in the sink
Everything was turning such a lovely shade of bloodshot pink
Pink in the whites of her eyes
Pink in the water
Like a few drops of dye
She used to be daddy's princess
But now the princess was a mess
And really she couldn't have cared less
As she felt the razors stinging caress
With each line she carved
Was another day she starved
But the lines were all just one big master piece
Much as she predicted
Her work depicted
A girl who couldn't keep fighting
So she drew the razor across her skin
Leaving beautiful scars behind
(please take note I am not romanticising cutting. Please if you self harm try to get help. Hurting yourself is not poetic, it's not beautiful. It's harmful to yourself and others around you. I myself am getting help for my issues. I'm just putting this out so my feelings are expressed safely)
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
