she takes her arm off his shoulder
the thing inside him stirs
it cries
he cries
it steels itself up
into a tight little thing
it takes his heart
and covers it with stone
but when your heart
is covered with stone
it becomes bare
and nothing
so now he cuts at his wrists,
his thighs, his face
he sits in a pool of his blood, dying
trying to feel anything
while the little thing inside him
frantically chips away
at his empty heart
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Random Poetry
Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
