something vulgar: vent
I think I became something vulgar. My words are like venom and all I have done lately is drop people who I thought were good for me. My words seeped into their skin and tainted their bones. I feel as if I have been slipping between fiction and reality. As if my skin and bones moan for attention yet push it away when it has obtained it. What is wrong with me to become this ruthless...this cold? Was it the fact that I have endured this type of bullshit for too long or is it the fact that I have been tipped over the edge. I am like a domino effect, the effect is me being vulgar and pushing the ones I believe are toxic, away. I cannot stop it either until I have gained the happiness I believe that I deserve.
I think I became something vulgar. I no longer recognize the girl in the mirror. She has black paint over her body and face. I am afraid that frown upon her face has only grown more saddened from the last time I saw her. The words she speaks now are cold cut too. What have I become? I know I had gained happiness in the events that have occurred but I cannot help but feel a pang of wretched guilt that makes my bones ache.
I believe I have become something vulgar. I don't know how to fully describe it but I know I have become something vulgar.
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Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
