On a empty sheet
In a king sized bed
With rose pedals littered across the floor
Red as blood they craved more
From your head blood keeps dripping
Coloring every white pedal
A gun beside you
A bottle of pills
A razorblade lays there as support
If things hadn't worked out so well
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Poems at 02.00 AM
PoetryI have done everything in this book, and I would really appreciate if you don't steal them. May be triggering, please don't read if you're sensetive. Thanks x
