I found me
Switchblade in my hands
Red jagged lines on my thighs
Pools of blood around my ankles.
I promise
I just wanted to feel something.
It still doesn’t hurt.
I look in the mirror
Tell that bitch to stop talking
And that the rings around her eyes are so black
I can see her soul.
I took her lipstick
Was in plain sight
In the midst of all the stray pills
And colored the walls in curses
She just wants to feel something.
She was kissed last night
He even told her she was beautiful
He was nice and sweet and kind
And she wanted to believe him
But she couldn’t
Because
WHAT A BITCH
He was lying
Just like all the others before him.
She felt nothing.
She knew he’d come around
For her warm body
Until it lay cold
Or until it racked with the sobs she holds in
Because really she’s just trying.
Her scars will never leave her
So she draws them deeper.
I found me
the cold hard bathroom floor
Because no one else would look.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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