Sharpie marker pen (TW)
marker ink, sharpie that's almost dried out pretend that veins carry this jet black ink sharpie pen, marker. and a bitter resolve a conclusion i've made for an "I love you" a sour night spent gasping for my breath because of a day spent begging for tears ive made a decision, i did make a decision so sharpie ink pen or maybe it's a marker either way it's making up for the lost blood i will let this be enough, im still in control
One night I felt that oh so wonderful feeling of anxiety taking over me, and I felt like I needed to hurt myself. It wasn't unbearable and I tried to do something similar but not so bad, so I scribbled all over my thighs. It was ugly as fuck but it worked and I felt a little better. It didn't fix anything but I got out some building aggression. This poem is about doing this because I don't want to hurt a very loved person.