#justalittledark

[herdarkangel]

Witness.

I want you to see Them.

No.

I need you to See them.

I need you to see My scars.

Not the ones on My body– We can always Count those– But rather the Ones that Truly matter.

I’m not sure if You know, But I’ve been Cutting myself mentally.

I was too weak to Actually press that Blade To my wrist, But my Mental fortitude Allowed me the Ability to Use my verbal Blade to slice Through My grey matter Like a razor Through butter.

I hated the Reflections of My thoughts, Hated how weak And insecure I was…

How lost.

So I cut.

And I cut.

And I cut.

And now It’s as though The pieces No longer wish To fit in my Puzzle.

My edges are So broken And jagged Even though I sliced right Through them.

I don’t understand That.

But that’s what I want to see…

Because I can’t Bear to do it Myself.

Just tell me something: Am I still pretty Or A pretty Mess? -K. Alecia

[herdarkangel]

Her Apocalypse So weak and Weary Is she who Holds her World on wrist And her Hatred for The world on Which she Takes residence On her face. She can't inhale Without Debris clogging Her lungs, Can't step without Heated sand burning And stabbing her Feet until there Are hardly and Nerves Left. And yet she keeps Breathing. Keeps moving Forward. There is no Rest. There is no Oasis. Just nothing But apocolyptic Terror Inundating her Periphery. -K. Alecia