Oh the irony
when I was five
I used to cry
over a small boo boo
on my knee
but here I am
sitting on the floor
of my cold bedroom
watching the blood spill
into pools from my
slitted wrists
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
nightmares
Thơ Capoetry written by a stupid girl (me) ||mostly sad poems|| *may be triggering *
