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ghostown best friends with writers block
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so she ran from those colors, into a world of grey, where they would not follow


TW abuse and self-harm

you keep asking why...

why I am cut

why we keep ending up in hospitals

why do i do this to myself?

. . .

. . . when i look in the mirror, at this body i'm trapped in

. . . and it's clean

with no scars or bruises

it's 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚

it's 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 and 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

it's 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 and 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 and 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 . . .

i don't recognize myself.

. . .

i've been used to bruises since i was 9 years old...

waking up to check if a new wound was infected,

or what color a bruise was that day.

bruises turn from 𝒓𝒆𝒅

bruises turn from 𝒓𝒆𝒅 to 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆

bruises turn from 𝒓𝒆𝒅 to 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 to 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏

to 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 bruises turn from 𝒓𝒆𝒅 to 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 to 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏

then disappear...

I've forgotten what being 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 feels like

but i still remember that.

a bruised face, bandaged arms, the taste of blood in my mouth...

I remember that.

I know that.

. . .

i hurt myself because of a feeling,

and she would hurt me because of a feeling too.

i was beaten because of a broken heart

because in reality,

its the soul that's aching.

not the body were abusing . . .

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