Tears run down my face as I'm crying on the floor,
I claw at my wrists while my minds an endless war.
I try to count the scars that litter my pale arms,
Angry red marks feel more like thorns.
I try to count the tears that stain my face,
They feel foreign they feel out of place.
Blood flows from my arm as I lay on the floor,
For crimson is what I want and what I adore.
I try to count the streams of red,
But I can't for my wrist feels like it's been filled with lead.
I try to count the cuts in my flesh,
But my thoughts feel as though they've been enmeshed.
I decide to sleep and pray that I'll dream of somewhere else,
Somewhere where my sanity isn't held together with thin belts.
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**hey sorry it sucks I'm half asleep but I wanted to write anyway lol I might go back and edit it**
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