I've learned I'm not safe,
alone in my mind,
with my own thoughts,
no place to hide.
No one can stop me,
from feeling this pain,
I reach for the blade,
and begin to paint.
The blood flows,
faster than my tears,
the tick red liquid,
slowly dripping off my finger tips.
No one understands that I can't get aways from it,
as my mind lingers again,
the blade is brought to my leg,
I swear I have no control of this.
The red liquid wakes me,
from my bad dream,
dripping from my hand,
it hits the white bed.
Guess I can't say the cat did it.
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שיריםthese are poems i wrote when i was younger (2015-2016), i removed the book for a reason but now that i'm older i have decided to repost them as i edit them as well as add some that i never shared on here. i was at 1.43K views when i took the book do...
