It's kind of beautiful.
The thought of those horizontal scars,
Painting my arms and thighs in peach.
It's quite stimulating.
To use your vessel for pleasure; to bring the pain,
Penetrating deep within my inner core.
It's very overwhelming.
My hands forcing the rope to tighten,
Oxygen and carbon dioxide escaping.
It's perfectly deadly.
The way the blade slides easily into my flesh,
Dagger to my already bleeding heart.
It's utterly smoldering.
As my chapped lips surround the bottle rim,
Travelling down my throat in a chemical kiss of death.
It's unbelievably thunderous.
Wave after wave crashing into my chest,
Dragging my down onto the ground.
♤
My limbs yearn to be marked
My flower no longer pure
My neck's on fire
My heart's torn open
My stomach burns.
My anxiety and depression..
It kills me
🌩⛆
Nadea x
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Sunflowers And Mud
Şiir🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
