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Kelz

Bright. Red. Scream.

Copyright, Kelz

Slash
Wrists are open,
  Bleeding freely.
Cut
  Arms are raw,
Blood all over.
  Carve
Those pictures, words,
  They tell your story.
Scratch
  Nails are broken,
Break the skin.
  Burn
Pain will keep,
  The soul a-blaze.
Stab
  Watch it break,
Your flesh apart.
  Slice
Torn apart,
  Your tatterter, broken.
Bright. Red. Scream.

Strawberry Gashes

Copyright, Kelz

282 strawberry gashes
282 lies
282 pains I can’t take
And so many reasons to die.

282 shades of dark red
282 sighs
282 ways to give up
And still so many reasons to die.

282 storybook endings
For 282 scars.
282 forced and strained smiles.
For a death that just isn’t to far.

282 apologies to give you
282 hearts turned to ashes.
282 ways to say sorry.
For 282 strawberry gashes.

 

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