

Long way up... Stumbling through the fog which clouds my restless mindLong way up... by ~selfish-suicide
Tripping over twigs, roots, and the bodies of fallen companions.
My gown falls to my feet. My halo is crooked on my head.
The leaves blow over my toes, sending shivers up my back, for I surely do not have a spine.
I take my suffocating shoes off, and walk a little further. Enjoying the feel of blood squishing between my toes.
My destination looms before me. An old and withered tree.
A body for every branch, hanging from their necks, and swaying in the wind.
They remind me of a wind chime. The way the bump into each other, and rustle in the breeze.
I pull myself up with their fee


Masochism....? Purification of soul through destruction of body,Masochism....? by ~selfish-suicide
Peace of mind through unrest of hand,
Quenching tears by releasing torrents of blood,
Don't dare judge me; for you know nothing of my pain.


Untitled Shot down againUntitled by ~selfish-suicide
Your words carry nothing but pain
I wonder why I care so much
Why I hurt myself again
Hollow words I've heard before
The lies ring all to familiar
I now can see through every smile
I see the purpose behind every misdemeanor
This friendship is slowly dying
You never showed any affection
Now you scream and shout
At every accidental misdirection
Every word is said with infinite caution
The only emotion you carry now is anger
I do not want to be the igniting spark
The creates the rift between friend and stranger
Well no longer can you accuse me
And say that I'm to blame
I refuse to be the sorry one
And l
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