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The door slams in response, and I laugh. I'm glad she can laugh. It means she really is coping. I know she__ internalizing a lot, though. Putting on a show for me. She__l have new scars on her wrists soon.

Oh God just look at me now... one night opens words and utters pain... I cannot begin to explain to you... this... I am not here. This is not happening. Oh wait, it is, isn't it?I am a ghost. I am not here, not really. You see skin and cuts and frailty...these are symptoms, you known, of a ghost. An unclear image with unclear thoughts whispering vague things...If I told you what was really in my head, you''d never let me leave this place. And I have no desire to spend time in hell while I'm still, in theory, alive.

So every time I lose one of my shoes and my brother looks at me angrily thinking I__ trying to catch a prince with a lost shoe, or mistakenly cuts myself and the whole world around me thinks I__ trying to attract a vampire, I just laugh sounding like a complete stranger to them. And to everyone like them. I know I don__ need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here_not in this world. And that definitely doesn__ mean, I lost them.

You know what happens when you slide your cheek on the edge of a sharp razor blade? Yes! That's how it feels when you slide your dreams into the palms of toxic and negative people! Save your dreams from defamation and disfigurement!

A thing about poetry is, It takes cuts and pain to bleed words. The deeper the wound is, the more you bleed. And eventually, you will start falling in love with it. But the saddest part is, sometimes there comes a moment when you start to feel that all those wounds on your soul are not enough. And you start cutting yourself deeper, forgetting when to stop.

Beware of smile, for it is a double edged sword; it cuts the helmet of tension from others head and backfires the peace to yours.

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don__ know the seed-reason. It__ deep inside her, and it__l take time and patience to get it out of her.