She's stuck between a pillow and a soft spot,
consciously aware of her state of unconsciousness.
Devouring blackness suffocates her as she wakes-
confused, abused, naked, and used.
Stepping onto the artic floor below,
chills spread their way up her body like a virus,
a cold rebirth.
The darkness of day engulfs her,
the shadow of the dying moon fading from her sight.
Everything stops in that moment-
quiet nothingness is embracing, inviting.
She's so completely innocent in that moment of vulnerability.
Slowly,
She takes a sip of her hot coffee,
transporting her back into a mixed up, adrenaline rushed world.
I'm a cripple, I'm a kid,
I can do what papa did,
I'm a hater, I'm a screamer,
I'm not like any dreamer,
I'm my sister, I'm her trend,
I'm her secret, I'm her friend
I'm that girl, I'm that slut,
I'm not a scar, I am a cut,
I'm the needle, I'm the knife,
I'm your hope, I'm your life,
I'm the road, I'm the car,
I am a cut, I'm not a scar,
I am used, I am old,
I am done, I am told,
But I'm your best,
Not like the rest,
I'm not a story, I'm not a test.
I am a fucking cut.
yayyyyy!!
i'm really excited my internets is FINALLY back up, i was lonely and bored and boredddddddddddddd. it worked a couple times over the course of a few weeks but hopefully it stays stable for the time being. plus! i found my flashdrive, so i can actually submit stuff again.
it's been a good day :D
i lost my photoshop for a while, at least till my computer gets upgraded or hopefully that just means a new one...
that means i'll have to do everything at school again, which takes forever because i'd rather use the darkroom there