I am so sick of this rose colored water
As my skin gets hotter and hotter
And the blood drips down.
It hurts
It burns
Please dear god stop.
I feel like my hearts going to stop
Every time I look down
At the rose colored water

YOU ARE READING
I will make an appointment with a therapist I promise
PoetryThis is stuff I shittily write from 2021- whatever date. I started this when I was 18 years old.
Blood
I am so sick of this rose colored water
As my skin gets hotter and hotter
And the blood drips down.
It hurts
It burns
Please dear god stop.
I feel like my hearts going to stop
Every time I look down
At the rose colored water