She cuts herself--- opens her skin with a smile. She was about to cut again but hesitated for a while.
She did realized it that she was happy--- in that brief moment she was satisfied.
'Self-harming' wasn't her choice,
But the sharp blade that shines catches her gaze.
And then a voice,
A sweet voice whispered into her ear. Whispering words beyond comforting her. Telling her to cut even more to end her pain, and so she obeyed. And by the numbness she've felt, she was amazed.
;✍️🌻 LadyMonSTR
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Inside Thoughts
PoetryThere are words we failed to utter, Expressions we failed to express. I wrote them with pleasure in a paper; the feelings were not repressed. When we bleed inside, We look for a place to hide. A friend to count on like a paper and a pen; these are...
