Raw and emotional. Self expressive, deeply thought and dark.
"There were times I watched as night closed in and shadows slipped away.
It is not so much the start of night as the ending of the day.
A darkened spot, a stain indented.
I wanted to freeze moments of time and I knew this was not my life.
Whispering dark secrets into the lonely emptiness of my room, I hold myself, slowly tremble and die."
My scars are decades old.
Truly irrelevant, and yet still haunting me.
And the ones that haunt the most are the ones you can not see.
If you ask the ghost, what answer will you hear?
repetitive and from the past, pointless and yet its meaning lasts.
Your words play wild with fire, the blood red release of your scars. Yes, there is sweet surrender when the blood flows free, and yes, a heart can find such peace when love is a fire as well. May you find all the beauty in loving that your marks leave on your warm skin.
Very deep. I'm not a real big fan of cutting, but if you do ever need to talk, I'm here. But in my honest opinion you're ex was stupid. So don't harm yourself over an idiot. It's not worth it, I promise. Always alternatives. He'll realise one day that he screwed up. You're too beautiful. Don't forget it. Keep up the good work.