I watch the blood run down my legs as the tears fall down my face. Yet another failure. Just another disgrace. I take my nails and dig into the scab feel the pain and watch the blood run. It runs and runs and the deep red slowly reaches my ankles. I smile as it goes down the drain. Watching the blood go into the clear water. As the flow stops I wipe the blood trail off. Wait a few more days for the scab to grow back and do it again.
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PoetryRandom poems about my feelings. Any images used i do not own unless I specified it as my own. I'm sorry if it sucks im a first time writer any renditions are accepted and constructive criticism or if you ever need to talk my door is always open just...
