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Because I must dig my crimson graveyard

Bloodlust

I miss you

My blade, my love

Blood

I miss the bitterly tangy iron taste

The intoxicating scent

The feel of the x-acto blade in my hands

The quick, sharp slash

Blood

Blood

Blood

Welling up, spilling over

I shudder to remember…

But I want it

Shuddering and trembling with longing

The soothing cut

My bloodlust is strong

I want it

I need it

I must have it

I must not

I can’t

I won’t

But god… blood

Gushing, dripping, staining

The feeling

Soothing, calming

I’m all right

I’m alive

Everything is okay

But it’s not, because I haven’t cut

I must!

No!

I will!

No, I won’t! I can’t!

It’s maddening

Bloodlust

I want that cut

I practically smell the knife

Just across the room

But instead I write of it

Blood

Oh, god

Blood

I swore, never ever again

I will hold true

I will

I will

I reject the blade

I reject the blood

I reject it all

…but I still want it

Emo

Dammit, I swear I will beat the goddamn shit

Out of whoever calls me emo next, legit

I’m not “emo” stop with your categorization

Not a goddamned eyeliner-clone manifestation

My hair is brown, and off my face, not flipped

I don’t try to constantly sound like a crypt

Check the hand, no fucking black polish

Happiness and hope- I’m not trying to abolish

I’m don’t run around looking depressive in drag

I’m no poser and I’m no fucking fag

Won’t deny it, my soul is haunted by suicide

But it’s been months since I’ve cried

Just because you don’t know why I hurt

Doesn’t mean I’m just being a jerk

I write poetry, yes, but dear god, so what?

And okay, I can’t say I’ve never cut

That gives you absolutely no reason to judge

I’m not just carrying some motherfucking grudge

I’m not making up my goddamned depression

Not just trying to leave a fucking impression

I’m not imitating goths or anyone else

I’m in actual pain, trying to survive hell

This isn’t glamorous or dramatic, it’s pain

I’m no whiner, not trying to complain

Stop judging me, you don’t fucking know

But I assure you, I am NOT an emo

Scarred

To the ones with scarred arms

To the ones with scarred wrists

To the ones shivering, staring at the glass

To the ones who can’t resist anymore

To the scarred ones

It’s all right

You’re alive

You’ve made it this far

You’re gonna be okay

I promise, you’re all right

To the ones with a secret

To the ones who never go swimming

To the ones with souls so scarred

All they can do is express it with a knife

To the terrified ones because they can’t stop

To the ashamed ones

Scarred

Everything is going to be okay

You’re all right

I’ve been there too

You aren’t alone

To the ones who feel weak

I understand

To the ones who need to feel safe

I know

To the ones who thirst for blood

Their own blood

To the ones who hate themselves for it

But still can’t break free

I hear your silent cries in the night

I’m crying too

It’s okay, you’re not alone

I’m scarred too

I hear you

You’re crying for someone to listen

I can’t change anything but I’m here

I understand your screams

Your scars don’t repulse me

It’s all right, you can cry

You’re safe

Put down the knife

You don’t need it tonight

I know, you think you do

But it’s okay

Tonight you’re safe

Tonight someone hears your cries

I hear you

I understand

And I promise you

On my life or something worth more

I promise you have the strength

You’re going to be all right

Trust me

Everything is gonna be okay

You’re safe here

The scarred ones gather

We are not alone anymore

We support each other

We are scarred

We understand

Reach out to the others

The ones scarred like us

Hear their cries

Everyone needs an ally

Especially the scarred