I wake up and go to the washroom
I turn on the tap
The water pours over my knuckles, sending tingles off pain
I look down to see the blood and peeled skin on them
I tilt my head and crack my neck
A smirk creeped up onto my lips
I flex my fingers, admiring the red painting on the back of my hands
I look up in the mirror and stare into my cold baggy eyes
I hate and love myself
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
