when i drag the blade against my skin it feels like I'm cutting them instead
when my blood hits the floor it feels like it's someone else's. like I'm spilling innocent blood.
when i look in the mirror i see my mother's face, my father's, then my brothers.
and then it's a little girl in a primary school uniform
and when i touch her skin to wipe away her tears i realize my fingers are red and her cheeks, my cheeks, are now tainted by blood and tears mixed together.
i look into the mirror and i look into my eyes and i see hers staring back at me.
and i can't help but feel like I'm disappointing her.
all i feel is guilt and I'm drowning in it, suffocating.
and i can't help but feel like it's my fault.
-guilt, overflowing
-V.
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iridescent mind: poetry by me
Poetrymainly vent poetry. I'm really only posting this for myself but if anyone wants to read it you're welcome to. TWs on the first chapter i promise the poems get better if you go on sometimes I'll attach photos or drawings i made.(like the cover)
