For the self harm poems I have one if you want it. I'm giving it to someone else too.
Artwork
The hardest part about the blade?
It's finding where the next artwork will land.
Once again your blood will be the ink.
But the artwork...
Will it be on your thighs or on your wrists?
We all know the canvas is the body but where is never known until the first cuts are made.
The cuts that are made because the voices tell you to make them.
They tell you to add a few more here and a little more over there.
Who will see it?
No one... Those voices tell you to hide your masterpiece because it isn't finished yet.
When will it be finished?
Who knows... It may never be...