Paint

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 04, 2018

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When I was finally alone,

my insecurities streaming down my face,

finally able to come out unjudged. 

I found something sharp

and thought about putting it into my skin. 

It couldn’t change how useless

everything makes me feel. 

I looked at my arm and shoved in the silver. 

Red, streamed down, dripping. 

It looked like paint. 

I kept slicing into flesh

as my misery poured out of me. 

No more room for cutting. 

I lay in a pool of my misery

and begin my permanent sleep. 


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