staring at my wall
thinking blankly
unintentionally dragging my index finger across my left arm
in a series of 5 lines per row
after 3 rows, they kept getting longer and longer
the ash was washed away with the water i forced myself to drink
with a smile on my face as i see its scars
in awe that i created such abstractness
on my own personal canvas.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
