When you make a fist the tiny veins pop up and are very close to the thin layer of skin that protects them. As I gently touch the visible scars on my own forearms...I rock and pray for my head to clear.
I want to cut myself... I want to sit on the floor, wrap myself in a blanket & slice through my skin. I want to watch the dark red blood run down my pale skin like a red river.
I want to see the pain that burns in my chest and takes my breath away.
I want to feel the pain on the outside of my body to make sense of the searing pain inside of me.
I wish I had someone to hold me while I cried.
I've never had that.
That's what I'm thinking about right now.
♥((((Grace))))♥
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