Silver, Red, White.A Poem by Breezie KaeI don't cut anymore and haven't for a very long time, I just think it's very misunderstood and I wanted to shed light on it. There are many things people assume about cutting that aren't always true.
Silver gleam,
let the demon in your head quiet. Burning, burn. Scarlet red seeping out of you, beautiful scarlet red. A fantastic, bitter design bleeding through tissue. White flesh. Contrast. Frustration giving pressure through silver, etching skin, releasing tension incomprehensible. Bleeding to balance this mysterious overwhelming high. Not to feel pain, poetic and cliche, just to stop ecstatic demons terrorizing. Not to cry for help or anything other than yourself. Only for balance and to stop feeling so insane. Only for pretty bleeding.
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