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тревога
I tear myself into pieces Origami swans shredded into atoms Cleaved apart by my own hands Scrambling to make purchase against flesh This is not self harm This is a reminder that I am real Sometimes battle scars are self-inflicted Would you judge me if I told you that mine are? My heart races like a herd of mustangs Thundering down into the ravine, never to surface on the other side Trapped and left to starve This is the beginning of the descent Bear trap snapped around my brain Dragging me backwards into my own personal Hell Kicking and screaming the whole way I do not write poems anymore. This is my confession. Forgive me, father, for I will continue to sin. |
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| "This is not self harm This is a reminder that I am real" Forgive my defective vocabulary but fucking hell I couldn't possibly have worded it better. This write has every damn detail set to serve my current appetite; Food that I didn't know I wanted. I'm so glad that I read this after using my punching bag, otherwise I'd have put it off and wallowed in despair. Because I blew off my steam not too long ago, this piece makes me melt. It's reminded me that I am only one of many with these notions. BUT I definitely would have appreciated a little more...design to it - some color. It seems a little dry - a little tasteless, albeit relatable. | Posted on 2016-06-02 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | |
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