- 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟 -

skin like paper // tw ⚠️ - ☂︎

i've never told people why i have cat scratches on my thighs

why i cut then like cheap craft store paper instead of talking to someone and getting help

mark's of times i felt to weak to reach out so i resorted to marking myself with the razor in my bathroom

when everything fell down and i wanted to fall apart

I've never liked it

the hiding my tools of self-destruction

or having to make up a reason why we're running out of bandaids so quick

or lying straight to the faces of people who just want to help

but it's what i know and it what i know and a white lie never hurt

not when the self destruct switch was already set off in my fragile bomb of a brain 

but when the blade cut my porcelain thin skin all i felt was relief.

the pain becomes nothing but a background noise when it's all you begin to know

what began as a siren blasting warning signs in my head faded to a white noise by the end of the day

and what's worse is when you try and stop and the blasting siren is back in your head screaming at you to do it again

but then again, it's easy enough to turn it back into white noise when you have other people there to help cover your ears.

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notes:
sorry this one is all over the place,
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