I have so many cracks.. So many.. Cracks.., someone could poke me and I’d collapse.. Shatter me.. Collect me and let me go.., watch as my face begins to lose small pieces.. As bigger ones start to follow.. Bursting into the like kind of it’s siblings.. Just like tears falling to the floor.. But tears are shiny and whole.. Where as I’m broken and torn.. Ready to fall with tears.. Ready to splash and become something else.. Something free.. Something whole..
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Small Pieces
I started cutting about three weeks ago. At first it hurt alot, then i realized that if you break a plastic cup into small pieces and fling it against your wrist it still bleeds and it doesnt hurt as much. I am so ashamed to be saying those words but I cant help it. I used to never be able to understand the people who said that they “needed to cut” and that they “couldnt go a day without it”. Now i understand because I am one of those people. I cant go a day or even an hour without thinking about it or actually […]