To her red was the colour of blood
Black was the colour of all the exciting things in the world
And White was the colour of her wrist.
The reflection of her razor blade was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
The reflection showed galaxies, mountains and doors.
Filled with 'one days...' And 'it will get better'.
But The Girl didn't want to get better.
This was how stupid she was.
She didn't want to get better.
Her problems made her. She was nothing without her eyes to see tragic beauty.
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Poetry"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
