My skin is like a garden.
I keep digging up the dirt.
Just to see me red roses grow,
and then hide them under my shirt.
I don't show my flowers to anyone,
the beauty is only for me.
In other peoples eyes the're just an ugle weed.
I dont like to dig up my garden.
The ground will never heal.
My roses are filled with darkness,
and no one knows how I feel.
@angelsrecovering on instagram
-Arika
Stay strong and live long
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Self Harm Assesment
PoesíaI Really don't want any negative hate on here please <3 Thanks