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  1. in Self-Harm Songs


    Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/
    With a maglight right beneath her pillow/ 
    And though shes never been a boxer by choice/
    Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/ 
    Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/
    Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/
    Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/
    And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/ 
    Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/
    But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/ 
    But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/
    Plus he dont wanna go home either/
    Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/
    Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/
    Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/
    Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/ 
    Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/
    Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/
    Somethin or/ something that he read/ 
    Caught her right beneath the armor/ 
    Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/
    Aint no way he could harm her/ Chorus x2
    When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
    Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ 
    Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/
    Shes in the weather the whole storm/
    Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/
    Quick out the door no note no forlorn/
    Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/ 
    But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/
    How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/
    But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/
    With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/
    And boy similar/ noise minimal/ 
    Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/
    Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/
    Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/ 
    And sorta scared they could lose this/ 
    Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/ 
    But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/ 
    Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/
    And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/
    Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/ 
    She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/
    This is the first time she ever felt touched/
    That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/
    That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/ 
    Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/ 
    Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/
    Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/ 
    And she know that/ and she know that/
    And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/ 
    He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/
    Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/
    And even if its like the deck has been stacked/ 
    Its not an act hes really loving her back/
    Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/ 
    She says that with her grown up voice/
    Im yours now/ just like a child/ 
    Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ 
    I love you/ they say that with they lips/ 
    never raise your hand/ 
    He says that with her grown up voice/
    Im yours now/ just like a child/ 
    Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ 
    I love you/ they say that with they lips/ 
    When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
    Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ 
    Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone
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  2. I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
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  3. I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.
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  4. in UnderstandMeOrNotHereICome's Blog


    You can’t always be strong.
    Tonight’s where I lost it.
    My strenght failed me, I fell into tears, and my old ways.
    I couldn’t take this never ending pain, that’s constantly eating away at me.
    II lost the fight.
    The fight between myself and my emotion.
    The fight between myself and my pain.
    The fight between myself and my blade.
    I have no idea how long I can keep this up…
    There must be some way, to stop feeling.
    To stop feeling pain, and every terrible thing.
    Even if it’s only for a little while.
    There must be a way…
    Do you know the way?
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  5. in UnderstandMeOrNotHereICome's Blog


    “Why’d you do that?” Or, “How could you do that?” Questions we get asked all the time if people see our scars, or cuts, or markings of any sort, and they’ve figured out the truth. So, what do you tell them? Spill the beans? Or just make up some story, “Oh, um, long story, and you would only get it if you’ve done this” kind of thing?
    I just tell people that I’m overwhelmed, cover myself, and walk away.
    But, how are you supposed to deal with that? I mean, no one really would understand unless they’ve self-injured.
    For now, lets just call them, um, SI virgins, sure, why not?
    SI virgins don’t really understand the pressure, and the taking-under kind of feeling you get when you don’t self harm.
    They don’t understand that release, that beauty that we can see through it.
    Pain scares them, while pain comforts us.
    Blood grosses them out, while blood frees us.
    So, how do you answer the question, “Why’d you do that?” or “How could you?!”
    I just walk away.
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  6. i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
    only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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  7. Everybody is so afraid of getting blood on the living room floor. ‘I can’t stand to see suffering,’ they say, ‘so go die outside!’
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  8. Visions that can change the world trapped inside an ordinary girl
    She looks just like me too afraid to dream out loud.
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  9. and you can dangle your carrot,
    but i ain’t gonna reach for it,
    ‘cause i need both my hands
    to play my guitar.
    and life is a sleazy stranger
    who looks vaguely familiar,
    flirting with a bimbo named disaster
    at the end of the bar.
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  10. …and Lactamaeon, second in command of Yr, whispered If one is to be doomed, one must be beautiful, or the drama is only a comedy. And therefore, Unbeautiful…
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  11. And suddenly Deborah knew what was good about the D ward: no more lying gentility or need to live according to the incomprehensible rules of Earth. When the blindness came, or the hard knots of pain from the nonexistent tumor, or the Pit, no one would say. ‘What will people think!’ ‘Be ladylike,’ or ‘Don’t make a fuss!’
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  12. The awful truth began to dawn on Deborah that Carla had become her friend, that she liked Carla, and that the scarred befriending part of her still had the power to feel.
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  13. got a little red line
    that tells you, boy
    where the razor’s been.
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  14. I still recall the taste of your tears
    Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
    My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
    Scraping through my head ‘till I don’t want to sleep anymore.
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  15. Now something’s wrong with me
    I’m bleeding profusely
    And this seems natural
    To me I fuck up every day.
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