The Blood I bled
People use cutters to draw on their skin
And now, I am thinking of doing the same
But I can't do it
So I got my paper and pen
I let the ink bleed for me
Wrote words I will never say
I just let the ink bleed like my blood
So that if ever I abandon this world,
My words will remain
And the world will remember
The sadness I faced,
The agony I tried to fight,
And the monsters lurking in my head.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
