White Silence
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Literature Text
White walls observe these scars,
Red welts of regretful anger,
Marring my skin with nudging reminders.
Each one holds a meaning, committed to memory when carved into
Disgusting skin which trembles before the knife;
It would be easier if indifference did not desert me the minute
Light glints off silver edges, made for slicing and tearing.
It's a hideous sin, but somehow redeeming.
To white walls I tell such stories, these lessons and
Memories belonging to puffy lines of flesh, barely hanging onto bone.
I explain how they'll render me unwanted.
To this, thick tears and sobs out-weigh weak smiles;
I only ever wanted a reason, but this reason I've made glistens with
A glory so sick and red.
It's too late to take it back.
These white walls remain silent.
Also a big thank you to everyone who posted on my most recent journal. I cannot tell you all how grateful I am! I will reply individually soon, I promise! I've just been a little inactive to try to distract myself. I apologize for making you all wait, but please wait a little longer!! And THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH to everyone who has a butterfly for me... I cannot express how much hope you have all given me by doing such a thing. I will try not to disappoint you!
