i learnt to love a razor's edge against my skin.
Why?
Because i can focus my turmoil on something physical rather than a place i can't reach.
But don't worry, metal meets skin only when everything goes horribly.
Only when the thoughts and anxieties become monsters that cannot be contained.
Only when the voices are screaming a broken symphony of agony and torture.
Those days aren't very common, but when the happen, it's like my own private hell.
February 19th, 2018
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
