Red stains my hands,
Thoughts swim in my head,
White almost pale skin scared,
Chapped lips mumbles incoherent words,
And all I can say is: "Weak, that's what I am",
Because it's what I've learned to believe,
Wanna know something?
It's a lie.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
12:20 AM (Wednesday)
Red stains my hands,
Thoughts swim in my head,
White almost pale skin scared,
Chapped lips mumbles incoherent words,
And all I can say is: "Weak, that's what I am",
Because it's what I've learned to believe,
Wanna know something?
It's a lie.