Is It True That Time Heals
I sleep more often,
My dreams are better than reality.
Lately I've had the audacity to put the blade down.
Starving for perfection,
Can't stand to see my reflection.
I want the pain I got from cutting
I promised them I wouldn't let a blade touch my skin
They say killing myself would be a sin
But I am already in hell
I guess only time will tell...
Copyright © Angela Paulsen | Year Posted 2015
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