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Hurt Me

Tiaan Kruger

Trigger Warning: References to Self-Harm


I see the old scars

unfaded upon my flesh,

in whirls and turns my mind thinks:

What if they were fresh?


I can taste the copper

I can see the sunset haze

smeared over my plain walls,

making me paint in a continues daze.


I resist my urges,

I resist the call,

but sometimes all I want

is to wreck it all


They hurt me

The world hurts me

And it's a classic case of 'join them'.

I hurt me.


 
 
 

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