I want to write out my agony on my skin.
I want to etch each ugly, hate filled word into the scarred skin on my hips.
I want to mark my skin and watch the trails of scarlet race down my thighs in their desperate need to escape.
The trails of scarlet make their escape from my skin in the way that I could only ever hope to escape.
CITEȘTI
Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoezieThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
