My favourite colour is red. Well, actually I like black, but apparently its 'not a colour'. Red to me is a smear. A smear into the depth. And of course, nobody understands me. Think of it like an iceberg. You can't see all of it, you can stand in any angle you want, but part will always be covered. The iceberg is my metaphor for pain. There is just too many ways to see it. Both physical and mental. Right now though, is both.
I want that pain, want to teach myself how to feel it. I want to be one with it, but be better.
So I, once more, drag the knife down my arm. Again, again and again. Pain hits me, but I don't even flinch. I'm too numb.
In the centre of everything, are two arms. Nice arms that wrap around me.
The trees speak to me- no- they sing, my words.
'Heart so shattered that I can hardly sleep,
The only time I see your face is invested in a dream.'
Consciousness fades from my mind.
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Replacement//chardre
FanfictionWhen the world knows, their manager gets a replacement. After all, the show must go on. (bxb CharDre fanfic)
