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Self-Harm.Cut cut cut cut.
My heart races at the thought.
It's all I can think about.
Blood dripping down my hips,
the sweet release that it gives.
Cut once, cut twice.
Just another slice.
Come on now,
it's no big deal,
I promise it will heal.
My scars are my memories,
they tell my many stories.
Hearts dislike love"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do,"
Or so they say but I disagree,
For there is much I would undo.
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand more in life.
A thousand wasted, crumpled pens,
Uncapped, abandoned flight.
If only butterflies would form cocoons
To snuggle in its depths,
So out may crawl a lovely worm,
Made of living, limping wax.
I think, you think, we think "What if?"
Until it sizzles through our flesh,
I think, you think, we think "Should have-"
Till our lies are all undressed.
A thousand mistakes I've longed to change,
With a click, a stop - rewind.
If only hands could touch the soul -
But wait, you have touched mine.
A thousand recycled, duct taped ribs,
To hold my trembling heart.
A thousand birds from me to you,
From you to me - an arc.
"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do."
A thousand regrets I've had in life,
But I will never regret you.
CastleCome with me, little girl
Let's watch the rose pedals fall
Let's bury your castle
And put up a brick wall
Lets rip off your butterfly wings
And place them in your grave
The demons have come to get you
You better start to behave
Come with me, little girl
For you can only have the gown for an hour
Do they love you, or love you not,
Ripping pedals off a flower
Come with me, little girl
Let's open your scars
And bury your castle,
In the girl you no longer are...
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
trying to escape writers blockSo I read this article about how to creatively escape writers block, so here is the exercise:
-Your two main characters have to change a flat tire, in the rain. (This exercise helps you to learn more about your characters through handling adversitywhich can be very telling!)
And here is the result
"What the hell was that?"
"It was a bloody good jolt, that's for certainI think you might've gone off the road for a minute."
"Of course I didn't go off the road, you pratI'm not that bad of a driver."
"That's a good laugh, Crow. I've got a damn prosthetic and I drive better than youwait, what the hell are you slowing down for?"
"I'm not slowing down! I haven't even taken my foot off the gas!"
"Well what does it look like we're doing? Sara, pull over, for Christ's sake, I think we've got a flat tire."
"Bollocks, we're fine."
"Look out your window: we're hardly even moving!"
"I can't see out because of the goddamn rain!"
"No need to pull over, then,
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