I stare at my blood-soaked wrists
"It's so easy to dirty one's hands"
Made to be kind
Used to blind
I doubt I'm the only one who's considered cutting them off
Who's wanted to rid myself of the filthiness on my hands
I giggle
It grows to booming laughter
'til I'm full-on cackling
I doubt I'm the only one who's wanted to chop off my hands
My vision blurs with tears
as I stare at these red-blotched stumps
"yet, im certain I'm the only one who actually went through with it!"
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PuisiTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
