Blood dripping down,
Dying my skin,
Feeling the warmth,
Until the pain kicked in,
I dropped the knife,
Reality came around,
What did I do?,
Having a mental breakdown,
Cleaning my wounds,
Bandaging the cuts,
I wanted to text my friend,
But I didn't have the guts,
I went to bed,
Feeling ill,
My head spinning around,
Unable to sit still,
I couldn't move,
Waking up so late,
Did not want to see,
My current state,
I had many texts,
Even a missed call,
I didn't want to answer,
Feeling so small,
I was a mess,
Trapped in my head,
Nobody could see me,
I was filled with dread,
I heard banging,
Filling the room with sound,
Didn't Want to open the door,
With my arms bound,
My friend shouting,
Getting out her key,
I was expecting the worst,
From her seeing me,
As her eyes widend,
Seeing my arm,
She didn't say anything,
But she saw the harm,
She looked around,
Not knowing what to do,
So she sat me down,
And tried to helped me with what I was going through...
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Blood On My Hands
PoésiePoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
