Put a knife to my chest
I can’t resist
Put a knife to my wrist
And I cut again
Seeing the blood
That crimson red
Running down my arm
Wishing I could disappear in it
Then it all comes back
And I see what’ve done
I think to myself
What have I become?
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My Poems
PoetryI will be posting all of my poems here. Warning: some are triggering.
