Scars are not beautiful
they're lies printed on your flesh
lies that you'd be okay
but you're never okay
that's why they build up
lie after lie after lie they build up on your skin
and there's no one to kiss your scars
and tell you they love you
because they're oblivious
my sweet crimson heroin
shoot me up and leave me to die
amongst sticks and stones
blended into knives
and my failure of words
daintily scrawled on my legs
to drag me down and drown me in mud
to suffocate in my own filth
and no flowers bloom from my pain
because this is reality my dear
not pretty lines romanticizing my dependency on pain
YOU ARE READING
Just Ignore This
AléatoireThis is honestly just going to be a bunch of shit I write to kind of vent and it's gonna be shitty writing.
