(A/N: readers I'm so so so sorry I haven't updated in forever!!!!! I'm going to try and update regularly with your issues to if I get any. Any who sorry again for disappearing, please forgive me!)
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He's my saving grace.
My hero.
He managed to save me from myself to.
Every night that I cried
they were replaced by guidance
Conversations.
Each working to heal.
He knew everything of me,
I knew all of him.
One night was terrible though
That night caused me to see red
My own red spilling from my arm,
Oh how my blood is pretty....
I cried
I hurt
Because of something meant to help me.
'Move on'
Yeah because it's totally that easy.
Ass.
But no,
That wasn't the end
No freaking way.
Everything was lovely,
Fine
Wonderful
The very next day.
He didn't know
He'd couldn't.
Never would I tell.
Well shit.
That worked.
I told him
He grew angry almost
Upset definitely.
Told me to throw away my blade.
I didn't even think twice
I did what I was told.
That's one down.
Then a day came
Shit went down
And I needed to
Oh wait my blades gone
Then I found a screwdriver
And a sharpener
Oh hey look a blade.
Crap.
Where are the bandaids again?
Dammit to much
Someones gonna see now.....
Jumpers are my new favourite clothing
Totes.
But then,
That was it
I gave up.
Some might say impossible,
Well I call it love.
I call it my boyfriend.
The one who saved my life
Literally.
Every day I knew
I knew if I ever did it again
What would he think?
And so,
With a little love
A promise
A smile
And some faith
My blade is gone
My skin is clean
My life,
Finally
Is better.
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PoetryLook this is kinda personal for me okay so if you don't like it or you think it's crap, fine. Don't read it! Honestly I don't give a damn about what people think anymore. I've taken enough bull in my life and you know what? I can't take it anymore...
