It drips
From my wrists
Stanning me
It was a mistake
Or was it?
Did i mean to do it?
Was it really a accident
Because now I'm looking
At my own blood
As it streams
And flows
Down my arms
Signs of a broken girl
Signs of me
This is really happening
What do i do
I wip the tears away
The floor is now stained red
As i leave to rest my head
I just want to be dead!
Hey guys please comment i need advice I've really done it and i don't know what to do
YOU ARE READING
left in the back seat.
Poesíathis is my book with my life in it. don't judge . sorry if you don't like.
