“Self-harm was her most twisted method of taking control of what was on the inside by hurting the outside. When the world around her lost its color, and started fading into a more blanched version, she let her razor colour it again with dark shades of hideous red. It may have been awful, but it was still a colour nonetheless.”
She knows two am inside out.
It was the time when a dark blue bruise covered the sky,
And the glittering stars illuminated its black.
For that's when her determination wavers,
and the monsters to her ear,
crawl back.
She knows two am and it was a thunderous tale,
In which monsters creep
under ones' bed.
How wrong did they mistake their place,
for their inhabitat is in her head.
She knows two am and its looming whispers, pinpointed needles in her skin they blister.
For That's when her monsters take over
Her razor to her flesh hoover,
And her head with voices spin.
One after another comes taunting,
"your name plucked from the air makes no difference;
inappreciable is your presence"
"Oh pity! Childlike,
Plain-featured,
you think one'd fall for a mess?"
She twists with each critic,
She colors the floor with red.
Her monsters tone down their mimic,
when her heart, to small pieces, gets shred.
She knows two am inside out,
For it's when
The razor take the grip,
Her sanity trips
And her smiles turn frowns.
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Yes it needs editing. Yes it's trash. No I'm not self-harming. And yes I'll probably rant about self-harming later because that's a topic that needs major discussion.
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Why's negative the negative positive but positive the positive still positive?
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