It stains the floor
Dripping from my thighs
My eyes are transfixed
I am confused
Is this me?
Is this body mine?
I do not know.
I don't remember being alive
It can not be this
Am I supposed to be human?
I don't think so
I feel far too much
My mind is far too active
Being a faraway particle of would be better
Pain is peace
It is breath
And addiction
I lose myself in the silver lines along my thighs
In the dripping scarlet
Existing is so fragile
Should I stay?
I no longer know
Red is my peace
It is my breath
It is my life
I am bleeding myself out on the bathroom floor
And I do not care.
I realize I never did.
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Sad Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of various poems that I've written over the years Most of them are terrible but here they are. *This is my vent space guys. This is a just so you know note for me*
