Musicaltears

Earth to Sky
2012-05-29 21:46:56 (UTC)

Chained.

I am chained to it. I cannot escape. These walls keep getting closer, and the air begins to think. The bitter cold shakes my body, and I give in. Let metal kiss my skin as I greet the crimson. This temptation is too much to bare. People with smiling faces, I envy them. He tells me I'm perfect. Far Fetched. He tells me he loves me. I hate myself with every cut, with every square inch of skin, and with all I am. I want to do a project. I want to take a picture of the scars on my leg, and write do you still believe everyone is beautiful on it. I'm also bigger so my thighs are larger. Help do I need help? No I do not. I'm fine with how I am. Wait....that might be a lie.




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