If only times
Were different
Then our lives
Could truly flourish
But as it is
This life is shit
With love like ours
Not encouraged
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If only times
Were different
Then our lives
Could truly flourish
But as it is
This life is shit
With love like ours
Not encouraged
Whether it’s from
The scars on my arms
Or from the words
That I have written
I think it may be best
If I take a rest
And go back
To keeping them hidden
Cutting
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than some other ways I know
(Originally Posted 05.01.2021)
You can work through your issues
Until they’re no longer discernable
But it’s important to remember
Not all the results are reversible
The Sting
If
I had
never
gone
down
this
path
It
wouldn’t
hurt
so
much
in the
bath
(Originally Posted 19.08.2020)
Those
words
you
spoke
so softly
are etched
upon my
brainA
permanent
reminder
that I
fucked
things
up
again
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
don’t want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
Sickness grows
Frustration shows
Conversation slows
But no one knows