msjessica's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shadows blood smeared cigarettes like some perverse lipstick maybe it's my kisses on your wrists, maybe it burns like blades, sears like a paper cut maybe that's not muscle that you see, maybe it's life pulsing yellow and red (like hunger) bright, gushing life red on white emergency mystery again, again deeper. deeper, deeper, other side. heavy bleeding breeds light headedness you wanto talk addiction? you want to talk psychadelics?
i am the worst house mate, the worst patient. when should i stop? should i? it's obvious this is not a suicide attempt, and not really a cry for help either so, what then? it's been a long time since i did this just for fun, not sure how to end it 2:03 a.m. - 2012-02-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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