Chanel

From a Mad Girl’s Diary
Love is not enough.
I still want  to tear my skin  from the outside in.
 
I have let my bones get picked apart like carrion.
I did it. I bit my nails down to the quick.
 
Fear is not my mother tongue.
I do not speak it.    
It speaks me.
 
I am not gentle
But  I am  kind.