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This is What it Takes
what does it take for someone to understand the meaning behind a cut?
what does it take for someone to accept every inch of your scar-ridden body and bruised knuckles and bloodshot eyes?
how many more times can I tear up my flesh before someone stops me and reminds me that I’m beautiful and wonderful and every word in between?
for the very people that hold me and hug me and love me are the same people who watch me get stitches when I get carried away
will they stare when I take another slice, because it’s fun to watch?
will they wince and shutter at the sight of bloody wrists and torn up thighs?
will they cry at a little note that’s dated and signed?
even then, will they watch?
did it take thousands of cuts or bruises or sleepless nights or tear soiled notes to get them to see the part of me hidden by my cries?
will they watch them lower me into the ground when the blade has finally won?
they can handle a well disguised lie, but not a gut wrenching truth
they can see me get stitches, but can’t look at the noose
when it’s too late
if I can’t escape
will you read my goodbye?
will you wish you had kissed every scar on my wrist, or scratched up thighs?
it’s too late
this is my fate
this is what it takes
watch.
what does it take for someone to accept every inch of your scar-ridden body and bruised knuckles and bloodshot eyes?
how many more times can I tear up my flesh before someone stops me and reminds me that I’m beautiful and wonderful and every word in between?
for the very people that hold me and hug me and love me are the same people who watch me get stitches when I get carried away
will they stare when I take another slice, because it’s fun to watch?
will they wince and shutter at the sight of bloody wrists and torn up thighs?
will they cry at a little note that’s dated and signed?
even then, will they watch?
did it take thousands of cuts or bruises or sleepless nights or tear soiled notes to get them to see the part of me hidden by my cries?
will they watch them lower me into the ground when the blade has finally won?
they can handle a well disguised lie, but not a gut wrenching truth
they can see me get stitches, but can’t look at the noose
when it’s too late
if I can’t escape
will you read my goodbye?
will you wish you had kissed every scar on my wrist, or scratched up thighs?
it’s too late
this is my fate
this is what it takes
watch.
Published 13th Sep 2019
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13th Sep 2019 7:07pm
Well penned Dark emotions, Sister
I too, have many pages similar to Your blue and red here but i am not brave like You to post here in the Deep.
I too, have many pages similar to Your blue and red here but i am not brave like You to post here in the Deep.
17th Sep 2019 7:25pm
Some of those pages deserve to remain private while some of those pages are worthy of being shared, at least that’s my take :) this one needed to be shared in order to help my emotional state. I appreciate your comment!
