Honestly, I've been months clean and it's been wonderful; no more cuts on my skin. just scars to remind me that I've made it, that I was able to get pass this tormentors moment.
Luke has been very supportive but as I'm growing up which I am now 17 I realize that I need more, I need to see the world but how can I? I've never been to school and I highly doubt that I'm intellectually stable. that's when it hit me
"Mum?" I asked with a little puppy dog eyes just so she would know that I want something.
"Yes maya?"
"Momma I want to learn things, I want to be able to go to university and see the world" I said in one swift motion.
"Well you could go to school if you like?" she asked.
I was happy about that, a lot of people would actually dread going to school since I've never experienced what that was like I thought id give it a try.
"I'll get your registered tomorrow baby cakes" she said.
I went up to Luke's room and I told him about what I wanted and he was happy for me.
"Baby.. I'm trying to write a song, I need some good lyrics; like the kind of poems you write." he suddenly said.
"Okay well I can help you with that" I gladly responded.
"Well I want to write about fans that feel like they're not good enough, those who think self harming is the answer, I want them to know that they have us" he exclaimed and I was overwhelmed.
"Well okay.." Was all I could say
I took a deep breath and thought about how many anxiety attacks I've had, how many times I've cried myself to sleep and how many times I've hurt myself because I let what other people say get to me.
"When you're broken and blind and you need someone to show you the light" I said exhaling.
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and he just looked at me and then took his note book writing in the words that escapes my lips.
"I'll be the one to pick you up and lift your heart up and just save your life".
basically I just sat there and thunk about how much I've needed someone to help me get over this and that person was right in front of me, I appreciated him so much that I couldn't be able to breathe. he's my everything.
"because we all need something and this can't be over now" I thought to myself while saying it out loud.
"Darlin' don't be afraid to show me who you really are, you've got shame and you've got scars; I know you've been hurt by someone else but let me be the one to dry those pretty little eyes."
I said almost crying.
"You're not alone, millions of people hurt with you and that I hurt with you and you'll never be alone in your darkness again" that was all I could think of right now. I couldn't think of anything else. I was done.
He looked at me and kissed me, not a rough kiss but a soft one, he was so gentle and kind that I could die in his arms.
"Baby that was good" he said between kisses.
"Can I read some of your poems so that I could complete the song by having ideas? This song won't be just for everyone else but mostly for you"
I couldn't help but grin at what he just said.
"Okay" was all I said whilst I got up to go get my poem book.
He took it and started scrolling through pages and he read the one I wrote when I started to feel this way.
"Fallen angel
Dark little angel sent from heaven
Her beautiful black wings and her broken halo
She was still a beautiful angel to me
Her twisted smile was one of a kind
Her devil grin always complimented her heavenly eyes
This little angel was one of a kind
She had the devil in her mind
But she was still a heavens angel
Her mortal appearance
Hid the immortally passioned love
She always kept hidden in the depth of her broken heart and electric soul
This beauty of an angel was weak and powerless
Her broken spirit controlled her tired and dangerous mind
She bled out with a smile
Her scars reminds her of the days she'd fail
This fallen angel sent from heaven
Spread her wings to fly away
Even with her broken wing
She flew away to her own place
Fly away little emo
To The land of the broken "
"That's how it all started..." I said.
He scrolled through another page.
"Secret persona
She's alone but her favorite bands comfort her
She cuts but there's only scars upon her wrist
She's always sad but smiling to others
Her tears roll down her cheek but it seems invisible, no one sees her as she is sitting very silently next to everyone they don't notice her screams and her yells of pain
Everyone stumbles so fearlessly upon this cruelty of a world. Her pretty face and electric soul was not an attraction to what guys want, they've always favored confident and easy targets; those are what appeals them, her on the other hand was none of the above, she had more insecurities than she could've ever asked for and more complicated than you could ever imagine someone would be
She is worried about all the flaws and imperfections she held but the thing she was clueless about was that she was perfect in her own way
Her scars make her better, but she needs someone to kiss them better
Her independence was no mere attractions to any other than her soul mate whom was taking an enormous amount of time to reach her lonely heart "
I saw a tear drip down his perfect cheek bones and I couldn't help but wipe it away and hug him. I don't want him feeling bad for me, I don't want him romanticising self harm but I just want him to make everything okay for me and that's exactly what he's been doing.
Honestly I don't know what I would've done right now without Luke.
I think my suicidal attempts would've been successful if I wasn't been sold to this amazing family.
We stayed on his bed thinking about way to write a song for people who are in need of help.
We stayed up late because I felt myself getting very tired and sleepy ....
A/N okay I haven't written in a verryyyy long time so I'm a little rusty from not writing and also I've been very very busy with school since my exams are coming and I've been having a lot of assessments, I would like to thank everyone's who's reading this! I can't believe I reach 5k!! wow thanks so much guys! I love you all so much and if some of you are not happy with the self harming; I'm sorry and I'm just trying to help out people who actually do it. and no I'm not romanticising self harm because I know some can be very offended by it but thank youuuu xxx
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