TW- s*lf h*rm and mutil@tion mentioned!
spitting out the words i'm fine
through gritted teeth and lowered eyes
i feel angered,
i want to pull my hair from my scalp
and rip you limb from limb;
i feel upset,
i want to mark my arms,
up and down, with the fine art
that i am unable to perfect;
i'm so scared,
they tell me
it's all in my head,
but why does it that
haunts me resemble you?
you tell me to calm down;
a-blazing my scorched mind to
believe that my demons
can be conquered
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
