#17SeptPrompt

(Images aren’t mine.) How many times can I get away with it? How many life’s do I have left? Will my luck ever run out? Am I the bad guy for doing this? Theres no beauty in it. Should there be? There’s beauty every time we start from the beginning. Does that count? Y...

◇ TW: mentions of self-harm ◇ _____________________________________ #17SeptPrompt ______ Another slice of skin rips open Out of it pours so much warmth I would say it's like a token A peaceful timeline from the north I'm sorry, I can't quit this habbit Desire bou...

#17SeptPrompt Those eyes were hauntingly full of sorrow and i feel their anguish and desperation whenever they roaming my face. Forgive me if I was seen as intruder who barged in your tranquillity zone uninvited but I swear I heard your heart been crying in agony and it reached f...

#17septprompt "forgive me this old habit; there is a danger in making suffering beautiful." I romanticize my suffering. I rejoice because of pain. I fall in love with suffering. I let him replace my last name. I try to find the beauty, Which indeed it isn’t bad. But if beauty is dis...

#17SEPTPROMPT (TRIGGER WARNING :warning: This poem contains sensitive subject, and discusses anorexia) Eight years old and she starts skiping breakfast. Ten years old she stops bringing lunch. Fourteen years old and she eats dinner only sometimes. She has been doing this her entire life. People close t...