the blade splits my wrist open,
my life spills to the floor in crimson drops.
my heart is nonexistant now,
when she left she took it with her with her.
again the blade slpits open my wrist open,
more of my life spills to the floor in crimson drops.
all emotoins and feelings are gone...
...cast away into the empty void.
again the blade splits my wrist open,
more of my life spills to the floor in crimson drops.
slowly dying inside, i cut.
pain is what lets me feel alive.
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Poetry Book (Completed)
PoetryThis is nothing special just emotions that I have locked away deep within that I have a hard time explaining in the verbal since. So thats why I put it all down on paper for others to read. These poems vary depending on the mood I'm in. So I hope yo...
