i thought my arms were beautiful when they were covered in my art work. when they bled crimson red. when the blood would drip down my arms and steadily onto the floor. i loved the feeling of the rough horizontal lines i felt like a tiger <3. i loved the sharp pain i felt when digging and slicing my blade into my skin which parted and poured out blood. i miss the words that i can still see forever scarred onto my skin; breathe, love, crazy, no love. the words that describe me. the words that were so close to me that i […]
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people tell me im ugly that i will never find someone to love because of who i am, for what i am… im actually sarting to beleive them… who would love someone like me? suicidal, always depressed, monster? in this world i am at the bottom i am ugly im a monster. i try working out i tried diets and other stuff that will help me get into shape but no matter what i do im un loved… im already struggling as an artist and trying to get my art work out there but no one seems to actually care for it my friends just […]