WarForCinderella

Brother mine, in an icy cell its been three days since you fell. inhaling demons clouds your mind Prisoner now, they'll pry inside. Brother mine, Our father told me You want to die, You’re scared and lonely. Remember seeing My tallied wrist? you were the first seeing them exist. You told me if I wanted to die to slit up my skin, not side to side. You laughed it off And so did I but pain lingered in both our eyes. You’ve got a problem That much is clear But so do I It’s bleeding here. And now you’re helpless And I’m mute You’re given a bird cage Me, rotten fruit. Brother mine, Just go without. I’

Before i know it the cuts are back again i actually thought i could  hold out, its funny in 2 rows of 9 and one of twelve my wrist hurts and my heart hurts because i cant seem to protect you from your mother monster i cant shade you or shield your eyes i cant take away your blades from your thighs i cant always be there but when i am... times drips like a leaky facet the droplets are steady and can never drip back up now my wrist runs red because im not enough I am not strong tonight, after you leave your safe haven are you strong in the hell you call your home?

Once upon a time a girl thought she had it bad when an experimenting boy was the only love she ever had She thought she knew the darkness of struggling alone, of being used then thrown away, to rot instead at home But little did she realize her troubles weren't as hard as the ones that latched on after she considered herself marred Even after she forgave him, giving love to someone new, the girl was stuck with demons that from past traumas, grew Unlike her alcoholic brothers, the girl, she starves her sins, plagued by the thought of worthlessness in a battle she's yet to win And as for the mistakes she makes she likes to keep a list she

Before the after. i'm writing from there. You might've seen my demons Did she capture them on film? Hold them to the sun for all to see? If so, savor those images, those sweet, dark, frozen frames. It's the last glimpse you'll ever get of the girl who dared to dream. She dreamed of stretching her arms out not wrapping them 'round her shoulders she dreamed of forbidden tastes desires of people older than she... But she wasn't harmed by those dreams, she wasn't even harmed by acting on them. No, they helped her heal. She was beautiful, for once. But your friend, and my fiend, called the dreamer's dreams demons And then Stole them Away. M