slitting her thighs
with desperate eyes
she bleeds watercolours
voicing her thoughts with razors
pastels running down her face
she knows she is a disgrace
hands shake as she locks the door
she ends up dead on the bathroom floor
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
