/r/arttocope
Self made drawings, writing, art, music, and other forms of self expression created to cope with what gets us down.
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/r/arttocope
A demon from my mind
( Image edited for detail )
Floating from the rafters,
Sacred noose of umbilical cord
Suspends me.
Oh vilified bastard
Crafted from cruelty -
Let’s watch you hang.
The sting of blood permeates;
The smell radiates.
We can sense
How unclean you are,
Victimised soul.
Let’s watch some heads roll.
Plucking butterfly wings,
Like petals from my veins;
Freeing fallen conscience,
Like tears
Fleeing from the shell,
The hollow, untamed.
Deficient in her eyes,
Worshipped vessel of life
Condemns me.
Oh insufficient failure
Born of insecurity -
Just let her scream.
The throne of scars shivers;
The stars just tremble.
They can’t know
How obscene you are,
Vulnerable soul.
It’s your head that must roll.
As you pluck butterfly wings,
Like petals from the vein,
Flowing
And showing the shards within,
Some tears will flee:
Run with the blood
From under the skin.
Oh cruelest soul,
Just let her be.
Created with 9 different photos of myself in my bathroom, edited on Photoshop.
"this life is overwhelming and I'm ready for the next one" said the song i was listening. I'm having a terrible time. Hoping there's nothing next hopefully. I had enough🔪
Also a very old sketch and i dont really know what was going thru my head tbh
This is a 7 year old drawing with acrylic Feature for the wound.
self harm page in my sketch book I'm working on
sori foa bein sush a burdin mami tink m guna deye sun
filter for contrast. i have a lot of thoufhts and this is kind of how it all feels overlapped like such. idk just making shitty art to cope, and thats okay cuz it makes me happy