Look into my eyes
Now tell me what you see
Do you see a ghost of hurt?
A tremble of desire?
Or do you see a wounded spirit,
A tragic soul on fire?
Is there any proof at all
That someone inhabits this body?
Do my eyes seem shallow
or deep as the ocean,
and maybe as cold as the sea?
A frigid wonderland for all that wonder
what it’s like to be me.
ladies and gentlemen, asavz
I’ve always had a strange fascination
With blood and the way it drips
I used to watch it on TV
Until I started slitting my wrists
I partially did it for relief
Partially out of self hate
But mostly to watch the blood drip
I think it kept me sane
I don’t want a boyfriend. I do not want the commitment. I just want someone to make out with whenever I want, and cuddle with, and watch TV shows with, and laugh. And I also don’t want anyone else to have them. And I want them to know the real me, and love me for it. I want them to kiss my scars and tell me I’m thin enough for them. I want someone to always be there for me.
But definitely not a boyfriend…
I AM HORNY I AM HORNY I AM HORNY I AM HORNY.
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