she sits in her room
then, boom
the kiss of a blade
that she has made
her blood is its bliss
of this beautiful kiss
this world she won't miss
she hates her life
so she fixes it with her knife
with this blissful blade
and the life she has made
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Poems of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have created. I hope you enjoy! Not all are about me, but a lot are. These poems are what I am and what I feel. Sometimes it's not totally me but someone(normally a woman) who comes to me from insides and inspires me...
