I have a shard inside my hand
It cuts me very deep
The pain, it burns my very lungs
It makes me want to weep
Despite my desperation
I find that I feel calm
I think I'm quite fond of the glass
Slicing my hands and palms
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
