I'm a little unhinged
But a lot of us are.
I'm a little insane
You can tell from my scars.
I throw vases off tables
And watch them crash down.
Their remains pierce my feet
As I walk on the ground.
I guess I'm a masochist
'Cause it feels rather nice.
It's sharp like a blade.
And colder than ice.
I don't care for salvation.
I don't wanna be saved.
I just drive myself further
Down the dark path I've paved.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
