Tainted blood runs through my veins embedded under the skin I look down at the valley of scars thin, darkened lines with my Razor in hand my false salvation I worship the sharp edge and feel blessed when it sinks into my flesh The pain is only temporary as it starts to feel heavenly ripping it down and watching the thick sacrifice of blood well up like a fountain and slide across my skin moving quick and unsteady like little rivers unsure of where to go I catch a glimpse of this girl in the mirror her eyes surrounded in black purple blossoms around her neck so many bruises flowing across her skin and an uncaring expression on her face Hate burning deep in her eyes showing like lit embers bright with the rage and spiteful emotions I look at this reflection thinking, What A Pathetic Sight! my ribs are protruding from a thin layer of skin my hip bones are sharp my hair is thin and falling out my skin an unhealthy yellow with that Razor still buried in my wrist I choke on these words; What Happened?
ScarletSorrows · Sun Mar 18, 2012 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |