TW- Self-harm
The sky drowned with sadness that day
It poured with its tears letting the people below
See it's sadness NOT weakness.
The winds howled from pain and the clouds screamed agony
Similar feelings ran through
This poor boy
He watched as the sky cried and cried
And he listen to the
Wails of the wind
Candle light danced in the window reflection
Lighting danced around the clouds
Like his hand danced around
His nightstand drawer
The sharp sound of thunder was as sharp as the cold Metal dancing around his pale skin
Colors of pink, beige, green, and blue
Now laced with crimson red ribbons
The rain slipped down his window
But his arms was the glass
The blood was the rain
And his reaction were the panes
Yet it was so pretty
The puddles
The feeling, the cold
The night grows colder and darker
But once the light returns
All will be well.
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Poems of an Interesting Mind
FantasyHello you have come upon my poems. My poems are based off of many things, my stories, dreams, an object, real events, or even scenery. I try to make my poems rhyme but some won't. Also please don't steal any of my poems I worked very hard on them. ...
