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I'm A Fake
I pick the dry crust off the deep cuts on my arm,
rub the blood between my fingertips and flick the
scabs to the floor.
Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token
of a crimson chasm.
Dressed in testimony to nights of hopelessness,
falling cautious victim to the cold binds of a razor blade
pressed against my skin-
tying me in hatred and self mutilation.
Intensely anxious in my purpose actions,
I'll flaunt my shame just for a short glimpse of your attention.
and a maybe a few reactions to my long bloody muse.
*Closes Journal, Slips Into Backpack*
"I wonder if they will notice my hair today."
rub the blood between my fingertips and flick the
scabs to the floor.
Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token
of a crimson chasm.
Dressed in testimony to nights of hopelessness,
falling cautious victim to the cold binds of a razor blade
pressed against my skin-
tying me in hatred and self mutilation.
Intensely anxious in my purpose actions,
I'll flaunt my shame just for a short glimpse of your attention.
and a maybe a few reactions to my long bloody muse.
*Closes Journal, Slips Into Backpack*
"I wonder if they will notice my hair today."
Published 22nd Apr 2012
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22nd Apr 2012 2:35am
Fuck me!!The last line there just blew me away. I wonder if they will notice my hair today.. wow. girl you gave me chills.. aint nothing like brutal raw honesty in such poetic form.. much love.
30th Apr 2012 6:06pm
I just became a member and it was ur poetry that caught my eye...already a fan.Big ups 2 u!!
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25th Jun 2012 2:15pm
"Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token of a crimson chasm" :)
It's a simple, almost expected line but it's so haunting in the poem. I love it!
It's a simple, almost expected line but it's so haunting in the poem. I love it!
