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Pain is my teacher.
Anxiety is my shield.
Yet, I have learned nothing but how to bleed -
and guarded nothing but my own reality.
Perpetuated facades echo and strip me naked
It scalds every inch of my skin with the self hate it represents.
I want to lift the veil that shadows me.
I want to peel away this burning itch and bleed out
I want to.
I won’t.
Meant to grow and blossom -
Yet with each dagger plunged into my void another wilted pedal lies on the floor to be dust until nothing remains.
The darkness that envelops me refuses me more and banishes my existence to that of a picked flower.
Days melt away along with any exuberance that once was.










