I only ever cut deep enough to bleed
Deep enough to hurt
But never deep enough to scar
I want to prove to the world that I don't cut just for attention
That I don't need the scars to feel like I matter
That I don't need my arms to be laced with cuts
On display for the whole world to see every time I lift up my sleeves
But then again-
I still do..
I find myself leaving fresh cuts open to the world
Because I want people to know that I am comfortable
For once I accepted a piece of who I am
Even if it's self harm
I just need to know that I'm still alive
Even if it's only for today
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
