lxiii. IT'S MORE THAN JUST SELF HARM, IT'S A SELF EXAMINATION.
i took sharp metal to skin, tearing myself open to see if i truly was as empty inside as i had felt. when the crimson flooded the clear water and my eyes grew heavier, for once, as my body continuously made a waterfall out of what filled me full,
i had felt complete again.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
