THIS IS A VENT POEM SO TW: sh, mentions of bl00d, su1c1d4l maybe idk?
i want to be torn apart
left, crying in shreds
the scars that say that im not good enough
not good enough for any
any and all thats what they say
they never say "are you okay"
no im not doing okay.
okay?
i want it to be painless
i want it to be excruciating
i want it to be fine
i want it to be bad
i want the attention i never got
am i selfish for that?
the scary thoughts are overwhelming
spreading like a weed
in a garden i thought was healing
clearly not, i see the roses in the garden
are soon, now bleeding blood
black roses are spreading ink
in and
out it goes
is this just a plot of a fairytale
i cant escape
or am i the antagonist to myself?
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