Shirley Ann
Saber3
At play
Saber 2
Saber

mapping wars in skinTwenty eight years... Twenty eight years on this planet and I still sit on the edge of my bed counting scars and watching the razor in my fingers gleam. Strange how this piece of sharp metal makes the blood feel like acid in my chest. Cutting loose a neverending seeming stream of red that felt like cool rain on a scorching summer day. I still remember how it feels and how it almost ruined me. It still renders me mute.mapping wars in skin
Over five hundred count. Still counting even. My flesh now a mapping of guilt, misery and loneliness like fractured and baffled city streets with no traffic lights and a speed limit of 110. Can't feel what isn't the


SI A WarningSI A WarningSI A Warning
To any one who's thinking about cutting burning or SIing in any way, please read this. First off let me start off by saying I'm not a professional nor do I have any expertise related to this, other then 26 years of personal experience of my struggle with SI and depression. Furthermore I do not condone SI but at the same time I am not all that against it either. For it has gotten me through some of the worst times of my life.
The next time your about to pick up a blade or a lighter think long hard about the consequences of your actions. Although now you dont realise it, what your about to do will alter th


Rememberance Only Got Her DeadShe never made a single move. No, she just stood there. Leaning against the coke machines, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder, cocking her head to the side and bringing up her hands. Light flickered from her palms, and the cigarette between her ruby lips lit up. She inhaled the deadly smoke, suffocating her heart and only feeding her lustful addiction. She tossed her dark hair again, revealing faded purple rings around her neck, slowly blowing out the smoke that surrounded her like miasma. She smiled at me, revealing straight teeth that gleamed in the fluorescent lighting of the street lights. She would always take care of her hair, herRememberance Only Got Her Dead


CBTI made my counsellor angry, I think. I think She is frustrated that I didn't fill in My thought diary. And I assure her that this Cog-nitive Be-haviour-al Ther-apy Sounds really great And that I do want it to work, But I have too many thoughts to write down.CBT
I swear you can't see my scars They're so skin white now So skin tight now That they're only visible when they reflect the light. I gaze at my pale arm and I Grab at the skin, Making tiny indentations and little ridged edges I want to fill in these spaces.
Sometimes, I
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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