My Body's Canvas

My Body's Canvas

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My body is my canvas. It tells a story of a girl who is marked by a devil for death. It is the price of silence day after day I wait for a savor to hear my desperate plea, yet eerie silence is what echoes. So, as I wait, I draw, and my body is my canvas. My paint brush is the blade that digs into the skin until the blood slowly trickles down my thighs, and arms. It is the blood that seems to make it ,all better, at least for a short while. For each drop of blood, represents a puzzle piece of pain, oozing out of my shattered glass heart. But each master piece his a hidden work of art. For no one can see what is painted on her legs, thighs, sides, or stomach. The canvas plays a game of hide and seek, where it doesn't dare come for a peek. ---------- This is unfinished and pertains to go how it feels to deal with depression, anxiety, death, and other hardships. More to be added. I do not own any YouTube videos that may appear. ---------- CAUTION: May be triggering for some readers.
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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