I have freckles on my cheeks
My heart has wounds etched within
My past has eyes that pierce right through
A set of ears that heard every word
And A mouth that silently spoke volumes
Nothing was seen
Never was I heard
Never did I listen
Razor blades have met my flesh
Blood has tainted white Porcelain
Scissors slashed my neck
Scars skin deep
Emotionally I'm fucked
Rip out my heart
Crush my veins
cut off my limbs
I will feel every mark
And when the day is over
I will hide it all
I hate that I feel
Fuck why do we feel?
I love love
the alcohol numbs me
I'm becoming you
and it hurts so so bad
What does 'stop' mean?
My tears aren't even salty
Stop?
I'll be right beside you
Who am i?
I say it as a joke so often
But really I don't even know.
I avoid mirrors.
I avoid my eyes.
they look like his.
Butterflies will fly
Leaves will dance
Flowers will smell
Choirs will sing
Karma will purr
And again, at the end of the day
I actually love my fucked up life.
Fuck.
I still have humor to save my life.
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