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Tw: Self Harm, Self Loathing
Tw: self harm, self loathing
A girl lies on her bedroom floor.
She bleeds through her eyes and cries through her veins.
I watch her helplessly and let her fall apart.
Everyday she fights long lost battles and dies gruesome deaths.
Her life is nothing but a grave full of dead hopes.
I watch her and do nothing.
Perhaps because there isn't much left of her to be saved.
She is covered in bruises I don't recognize her anymore.
I watch her with curiosity.
Her eyes dark and cold like the night itself, she reeks of misery.
A home full of ghosts, none of them remotedly as dead as her soul.
I watch her mercilessly.
After all that's what monsters like her deserve.
I say, and I stop watching her.
No part of her deserves to be loved.
I say, and I step away from the mirror.
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To simply exist in all her devotion.
The worst thing you ever did was to make me believe I could be loved
Green eyes
Green eyes more altering than the phases of the moon itself.
Warm green of honeydew when life strikes with kindness.
At crucial times, a poised snake; cautious and still.
A lurid shade of poison ivy, a secret to unveil.
A sea green touch when victorious. A glory to be held.
A lover's touch, an emerald flush. A fondness to be felt.
A steady green of summer leaves, at humour and sheer delight.
Anger darkens them cold and harsh, to the almost black of woods at night.
An endless chase of grief and despair, a helpless shade of teal.
A bleeding heel and olive green. Your eyes they haunt me still.
Future love
Perhaps one day you'll hold me, once and forever.
Intoxicated we will be, lost in each other.
And then in the dark, you will touch the right parts of me.
In hushed tones I will show you, that you and I were meant to be.
Then slowly I will learn, how to truly love me.
And gently I will heal, like all my grief ceased to exist.
Dear universe
At 13 I thought that the universe hates me. For it made me tainted and it made me unlovable. Perhaps it was true; or perhaps I was just 13. Now I finally see that there are things that actually love me.
The darkness holds me still and grief kisses my hand. The demons in my head tell me it'll be fine. And hunger kind of always stays along with this unbearable ache. Longing lingers like a lonely child and sinister thoughts eat me up inside. Years of misery and wishing to be dead. Screams of terror and weeps of fate. But dear universe I wont complain. For dear universe I still am loved.