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To steal a soul

by thisislife 11/25/2016

written by thisislife

She layed there in silence and never uttered a single sound.

Now that it was over, all she wanted was just to dig it out.

So she dug. At her arms. At her legs. Pulled her hair and scratched her face.

She muttered to herself. It’s my fault. I am tired. I am upset. I am weak.

I could have stopped him. Why didn’t I? Now I’ll always feel like some sort of a freak.

So she screamed in her head all of the things she could have stressed.

No makeup. No dress up. No smiling. No laughing. To be total mess.

She doesn’t feel now. She doesn’t hurt now. She’s a […]

11/25/2016 0 comment

by thisislife 1/26/2016

written by thisislife

Mom I need help.

*rolls up sleeve

Mom I can’t stop.

*pulls out blade from pocket

Mom please help me.

*falls to knees and starts to cry

Mom why don’t you understand.

Mom why do you say it’s a phase.

Mom I’ve been like this for ages.

Mom just listen.

Mom don’t leave.

Fine, mom I’ll fix myself.

But mom, no promises.

1/26/2016 0 comment

A strange craving

by thisislife 1/22/2016

written by thisislife

I’m not mean, but I’m truthful.

I’m not crazy, I’m just unconventional.

I’m not alive, although I’m not dead.

I’m not depressed, however I am in pain.

I’m in pain because I’m conflicted. Why? Because I love dragging the sharp blade across my skin. The way it stings, the way my blood drips, the way it makes me feel.

Every once and a while, my cravings increase to a point of concern. It’s not longer just hurting myself by the pocket knife I keep by my bedside, it’s wondering what it would feel like to crash my car into a tree. What it would feel like to fall off of […]

1/22/2016 3 comments