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snowflake -s.h

Theme: self-harm

Written by: Joshua Ward
Date: August 30, 2013
Time: 2:55 PM

Thank you everyone. Stay safe and happy.

~Josh~

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snowflake - s.h

I'm dying cold.
So still, as the world runs it's words around my neck.
Suffocating. But I deserve it. To suffer.
It's pleasure, and pain. Both. Two wrongs can make me right.
Die a little. Petals fall. Scatter. Little small hauntings. Words like fire, drip off your lips to the floor.
We cannot be beautiful. Small little echoes from past lies we shared. Ashamed, we washed our heads in water. They said, hold your breath.
And so we did.

We did it so much, the blade is our companion.
Hold your breath and count. Tell me I'm stupid. Another mark. Another pain. Another scream from inside, translated outside.
I wanted to fly. If only for a moment.
This darkness, on the edge of sanity.

Play me a note.
Let the world slowly fall away.
I wanted to breathe.
So I sat there, in the room.
Aware. But staring at the ceiling, into nothing. In a trance.
A world of regrets and slashings. A world of dying, and grown men laughing.
A world of disgrace.

But she deserved it.
They said. So it must be true. Right?
Little, small mercies.

Kiss the blood as it falls from your wrist. Like snowflakes in winter.
Cover up my cold heart, and let me go..

~End~

Description
snowflake -s.h

Theme: self-harm

Written by: Joshua Ward
Date: August 30, 2013
Time: 2:55 PM

Thank you everyone. Stay safe and happy.

~Josh~

~~~~~

snowflake - s.h

I'm dying cold.
So still, as the world runs it's words around my neck.
Suffocating. But I deserve it. To suffer.
It's pleasure, and pain. Both. Two wrongs can make me right.
Die a little. Petals fall. Scatter. Little small hauntings. Words like fire, drip off your lips to the floor.
We cannot be beautiful. Small little echoes from past lies we shared. Ashamed, we washed our heads in water. They said, hold your breath.
And so we did.

We did it so much, the blade is our companion.
Hold your breath and count. Tell me I'm stupid. Another mark. Another pain. Another scream from inside, translated outside.
I wanted to fly. If only for a moment.
This darkness, on the edge of sanity.

Play me a note.
Let the world slowly fall away.
I wanted to breathe.
So I sat there, in the room.
Aware. But staring at the ceiling, into nothing. In a trance.
A world of regrets and slashings. A world of dying, and grown men laughing.
A world of disgrace.

But she deserved it.
They said. So it must be true. Right?
Little, small mercies.

Kiss the blood as it falls from your wrist. Like snowflakes in winter.
Cover up my cold heart, and let me go..

~End~