TRIGGER WARNINGS: self harm, depression, blood mention.
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I can't pretend you aren't there.
I can't scratch you away, you're there to stay.
I can't imagine my skin without you on it.
I can't forget how you got there.
I can't. I can't. I can't.
And I hate that.
I don't want to remember the nights I sat alone in my bathroom, damp towel in one hand and a blade in the other as I slash into my skin. left thigh. right thigh. left arm. right arm.
What next?
I've lost count of how many of you there are. 15, 50, 100? How many have faded? How many are so deep I will never forget you are there?
The raised skin of my body is mine and mine alone.
I want to regret you. Yet I cannot find that in myself to.
You were born of pain. You ARE pain.
You are my scars.
YOU ARE READING
Vent Entries
PoetryI've been through a lot of shit and I needed an outlet. So here are some of my journal entries I've written to vent. These are personal things and can be VERY TRIGGERING. I will post the specific trigger warnings at the very top of each entry. re...
