blades
the blade is killing me
but the same blade is keeping me alive
i turn to it again and again and again
i wish i could stop but i can't find the same relief anywhere else
i don't understand my feelings
but the blade does, she makes me feel better
she comforts me
the blade is bad for me
i don't know why i loved it
i don't know why i still do
i belong to the blade
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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