Losing my blades was like losing myself,
you were my Addiction.
seeing all the blood pour out satisfied me enough to get me through the day.
now that your gone i can't even get through one hour with out you.
the way it just flowed gave me hope.
seeing all my scars gave me guilt but yet i needed you.
maybe one day maybe those scars will finally let my pain leave and let me into heaven.
YOU ARE READING
the words have spoken.
PoetryThis book is different poems that i made myself from a young age and from different experiences.
