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I can’t be your umbrella anymore

Self harm isn’t just about taking a blade to your exposed flesh
Letting your blood pour from your body to check for signs of life
Or letting a lighter singe your fragile body

Once you start repeating the words 
That the voices in your head say
The damage is already done

You claimed I was making myself bleed
That I was inflicting scars on myself and that
I could merely let go of all the pain I had on the inside

Don’t you think I want to repair the damage 
That I want to feel like my glass is half empty
Don’t you think I wish that the evil spirits would stop 
Feasting at my soul and that
My head wasn’t some sort of amusement park for the demons to have their way in
You think I wanted to be like this? 

To be perpetually sinking in this quicksand called depression

But according to you I was putting on a show of where 
I could call cut any time how I Wish it was that simplistic

The voices inside her head 
Made appearances on her skin
Letting their ugly words mark her body
With scars that faded
But with a mind that was permanently marked

You graffitied on my heart
Spraying empty promises that
Continue to peel and chip away
When the storm pours down

People can’t be fixed
We aren’t toys that can be repaired in a shop
We’re humans and once the damage has been done
The process is damn near irreversible 

I’d like to find us somewhere in the midst of
Late nights and early mornings
Tangled in late evening conversation
Having our lips be like a fresh morning pot of coffee
Bringing us back to life 

Our hearts are like graveyards
Housing the ghost of our past loves
That roam around inside of us
Haunting us
Leaving permanent footprints on our soul

How do we avoid the inevitable

How painful it is to love someone who’s untouchable

They say if you repeat a lie long enough, that eventually it becomes truth

That’s why I have a set of lies I repeat to myself everyday to remind myself I no longer want you

“I hate you”
“It doesn’t matter because I don’t love you anymore”
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore”

And I tell myself these daily because they say that if you repeat a lie enough that eventually it becomes true

God, how I can’t wait for the day for it to become true

Healing

I want you to heal this aching
in between my legs
I want you to fill 
the emptiness in my heart

I need to stop writing about you because you’re still vicariously living through the pretty words I write about you