I could grab a knife or a razor and cut down my arm starting on the shoulder
I would go over and over, nervously, slowly, along the same line
letting my head spin, like a washing machine, and blend away the thoughts
in a swirl of poisoned blood, let it stain, persuasive
I'll accentuate the pain on purpose, till i'm numb, and vanish in unconsciousness
as if i could cleave by bits and scales, destroy the discomfort
by that punishment i deserve for letting myself hope with abandon
So gracefully
I will so gracefully cut off my weaknesses
is pain supposed to be rewarding?
RépondreSupprimerI was thinking today about all my flaws, little details that I don't like about myself, and I think it's easy to find those. It's easier to dislike yourself because then you can take comfort in fear. All the things I don't like about me, I think I focus on that because it hurts too much to see the core. People can spend a life time hating only to avoid seeing that core, and ultimately never finding out what it is.
RépondreSupprimerwhat's your core?
RépondreSupprimeryou seem as affraid as the outside than the core.
That's what I want to discover.
RépondreSupprimeryou have to be strong and have faith
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