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When you see the scars on my wrists My legs My stomach Everywhere that clothing would have been able to hide them from prying eyes and curious minds The day they are finally revealed to you Please Do not ask me where I got them from Or what I was thinking when I decided my own body was the enemy Because they are from another lifetime An age that I can’t even remember As there is too much time and too much liquor separating me from what happened back then They are from another version of myself I can’t see in the mirror anymore A reminder from too many long nights that I still can’t escape A caution tale that just won’t go away But I know what she looks like, I see it in pictures almost every day Her hair is a little shorter, the only thing about her that seems light Her eyes a little bit darker Her smile forever broken into a Cheshire Cat grin Her voice echoing in the happiness around her because she can’t seem to remember what genuine feels like Her skin always ice cold because she needs every bit of energy to keep her overworked heart pumping She’s got fewer piercings and fewer tattoos She’s hiding behind big hoodies and long sleeves and loud headphones She’s picked up a few nasty habits along the way And her scar covered skin and tar filled lungs and decaying liver will always be a reminder But know That the girl with the blade in the back of her phone And the one whose spine is straighter than her liquor Have no relation Just the same name
(via late-nights-and-daydreams)
Its sad how true this is
then the other part of me wants to keep fighting
How come the more weight I lose the fatter I feel?…
Relapse (via broken-ballerina-thoughts)
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