TW// SH
If you are sensitive to these topics, I request you please move on to the next chapter, love.
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I sit on my bed and feel the fresh cuts on my thigh.
"Deeper."
"Harder."
"It's all your fault."
"Cut it all out."
But I tried didn't I?
I didn't want her to go.
I swear.
I promise.
I feel the warm blood seeping out,
And feel the warm tears fall from my cheeks.
"I'm Sorry."
I say.
Not knowing if it was to her,
Or me.
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The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoesieAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
