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I'll slit my wrists deep enough to reveal a wondrous garden of flowers that blossom in the summer sun like in my dreams.
Crimson red drops watering the tulips and staining them red with agony.
The shrieks of sorrow sounding in the distance but being drowned out by the downpour of tears plummeting down on warm cheeks.
The clatter of the blade can be heard falling on the wooden floor and the trembling of hands soon come to a still.
I fall asleep thinking of a flower field and laying in the warms summers sun, a slow warmth engulfs my body as I slip away into the darkness knowing my worries will soon be gone and I can lay peaceful again
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
