Why does this help me? I am looking at my fears.
It makes me feel better, but its causing more tears.
Even though it hurts me, it releases my pain.
But why does pain help me? Does this make me insane?
-Belle Rose
Alone This has happened before, fighting on my own. Self-hatred and sadness, thin marks, and bruised bone. The urges still haunt me, I see red and relief The pain still controls me, that old friend, a thief. Stealing my sanity, my strength, my progress My brush needs a canvas ,I'll gently caress I have missed you, master, the love you have shown. Convincing and charming, making me feel alone. Belle Rose
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