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Blood, blood everywhere
Down my arms?
No one cares
Locked inside my room
My prison
The cuts are there
The pain has risen
Only for a minute
Or two
See my scars?
These ones are new
You see them
And ask me why
I'll make up a story
I'll have to lie
How does no one
Notice it?
My stories are stupid
My wrists are slit.
I don't know how much
I can take
A blade in mind
My hands they shake
I don't know how long
U can go on
My veins are drying
My bloods almost gone
As I say goodbye
To all I love
With my last breath
I float above.
Last edited by ¯|_(ツ)_|¯; August 12th 2012 at 01:49 AM.
Reason: Added triggering prefix.
Re: Poem without a title -
August 12th 2012, 01:50 AM
This is really powerful and descriptive for sure. It is well written and just painted a picture in my mind. Great job!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive