Can I?

Ripping skin

She rips at her own skin to try to tear out the demons that roam through her mind and eat at her heart. She attempts to take the pain from the voices lingering around her and turn it into a pain that is only temporary. But how temporary are these scars? They aren’t. But she stills feels satisfaction in injuring her poor skin to try to be at peace with herself. But how can someone be at peace with their selves when there are physical reminders that wait to glare at them through the mirror?

    She went to many doctors who have claimed that they could cure her. Claims that only lead her to believe that she was sick and that she could not stop this herself without the use of medicines.

    It was that one night where she pushed to the near end of the towering cliff. It has been months since she has been on the edge. But she had enough with battling with the wind and angry faces that importuned her to take the jump and plunge into the darkness. She just jumped.

She regretted the fall. She regretted not dying. The fall left open wounds that she did not inflict upon herself. Open wounds that needed stitches. And till this day she reminds herself that the stitches were there to help her. But they locked all her feelings. She rips at her skin.

She rips at her own skin to rip out the words that haunt her.

But she still smiles.

She still laughs.

She still has friends.

She still tries.

She still has a chance to turn things around. So she replaced the dagger with a paint brush. She replaced the cliff diving with a sport. She replaced her screaming and cried with instruments. Because if she could rip and cause pain ,then she could definitely create and love.