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Alanna

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Copyright, Alanna

my quick fix
my drug
my addiction
my truth
the only beautiful thing i have
my problem solver
my mind
my heart
scars are there
to tell you the story
when i can’t speak
far beyond the surface,
the reasons behind all of this
lies,
hidden.

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Copyright, Alanna

The first one is like a rush,
a little dip into the waters of self-harm
you don’t know much yet
you either go back or dig deeper
literally
if you’re like me
you find out
that if you increase the times you cut
the more people can’t identify you
and you have this mask
and you’re in your own world
nobody can touch you
well
3 years later
too many blades to count
i’m here
more numb than ever,
feeling trapped
and suffocated
maybe it would be easier
to just end it all now.

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Copyright, Alanna

Nothing’s wrong with me
distracted by the blood
enchanted by the cuts
i need you more than ever
but i won’t hold onto you
just yet
maybe i can make it on my own
but as the cuts get deeper
you get farther away
i’d rather be blind
than straining my eyes to see something that isn’t there.

 

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