there is a part of me..
a part of me you will never ever see.
my demons call and chant towards me yelling screaming
my daydreams are me always leaving
This blade as sharp as a tack scrapes across my skin
the lights dim
the blood trickles down my arm as I lay there numb
too much pain makes me feel glum
the blood drips to the floor
There was a part of me...
A part no one will ever see..
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Death Of Me
PoetryA bunch of Poems written by me if you want one published message me and I will add it in and give you full credit
