I've clawed at my skin,
It just wasn't radiant enough.
I've stabbed daggers into my eyes,
They just weren't bright enough.
I've pulled out my hair,
It just wasn't long enough.
I've lunged at my heart,
It just wasn't whole enough.
I've shot at my mind,
It just wasn't beautiful enough.
I've pinched at my blood,
It just wasn't red enough.
I've attacked myself,
I'm just not good enough.
~n.s
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Poetic Justice
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