Im nothing but an empty soul
Of unhappiness and depression
Living in the coldness
I'll kill myself in burns
Cut me and drown me
In little red lines
Hurt me and throw me
Then i'll feel fine
I want to bleed
To watch emotions seep
Crimson on the bathroom floor
From all my cuts too deep
I guess its my way
My own sadistic manner
Trying to feel okay
Trying to be better
Trying to carve my crooked emotions
Into fine red beads
I'm trying to cope with myself
So i guess thats why I bleed.
( more touchy subject compared to my others, doesnt fit in my theme of fantasy and childlike innocence with romance, but i dug this up from my notes from a long time back, so enjoy. )
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Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
