This passion is exciting
It keeps my heart beating
Knife in hand
Ready to slice again
Yet this poem will keep my wrist from bleeding
Blood stained glass
on the wall
White stained grass
It will fall
I keep a smile
A secret note
I vent to you
Don't let me go
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Vent
This passion is exciting
It keeps my heart beating
Knife in hand
Ready to slice again
Yet this poem will keep my wrist from bleeding
Blood stained glass
on the wall
White stained grass
It will fall
I keep a smile
A secret note
I vent to you
Don't let me go