I think about it a lot
Who I used to be
What I used to do
To myself.
Guilt
Came along
With the
Pain.
One
Wasn't enough
I needed more
Blood
Pouring out of
My veins.
I wonder
What if I went back
What if I did it again
Just
Once?
YOU ARE READING
Pour It Out
Random!TW! Vent. May include some slightly disturbing topics dealing with mental illness.
