TRIGGER CONTENT: SELF HARM
The bathroom floor is painted red,
My legs can feel the cool tiles
Delirious
I smile at the blood
SCREAM!
I hear her SCREAM
She's home early
I was just trying, I say
I look up at her
She is shaking
To see if it hurts
Does it? She asks
Gashes, lacerations
On my legs
No, I smile up at her
I don't feel anything anymore
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Poesíatiny poems/thoughts that you can read in the blink of an eye, but hopefully make you blink and think for a while WARNING: A FEW OF THESE POEMS CONTAIN TRIGGER CONTENT like depression, self-harm, suicide, addiction* I WILL POST A TRIGGER WARNING AT...
