[Bright colors in art] Full Title: (TW + Read Desc) Femtanyl - S33K H3LP (Victim Angst) [TW: The (allegorical?) poem may cover some disturbing topics.] Weird (Allegorical?) Poem: [Victim POV] Looking in the mirror, I saw…myself, when I was about to become deleted. The ragged shirt and shorts, the scar on the neck and cheek, the eternal bruises that no one could see. It happened again. The times when I was beaten and beaten, leaving marks, mentally and physically, on me. Seventeen years stuck in that void, All I thought were about those marks, in which they were inflicted onto me. Sometimes I feel like I’m still stuck in that void, That dark, cold, lonely void, Helplessly struggling to get out. … Why did I even deserve such a fate? What did I do?
Song: Femtanyl - S33K H3LP Program(s) used: Procreate Scratch (For intro) No this is not an animation meme, and yes I cried internally for the 1000000th time as I wrote the poem ;-;
