Happiness released upon one touch
Dragging the pen across
Writing words I could never say
Into my skin
The pen was so pretty
And my skin so fragile
No one would think
I would even do it
I wish I had never told you
Of the things I had thought
Because then
I wouldn't feel remorse
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Hopeless Poet
PuisiI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
