people always saying things to make him self-harm
he's going to run away, pull the panic alarm!
there's fresh cuts and running blood dripping from his arm
he drew the birds in the tattoo he scratched onto his palm
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesiai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
