𝑃𝑒𝑛𝐴𝑛𝑑𝐼𝑛𝑘
I wrote a poem,
to explain what I feel.
To show my emotions,
to control how they deal.
Black ink in my pen,
black ink on the paper.
Red blood on my arm,
scars'll come later.
Thick lines underline letters,
thick lines on my arm.
My pen dripping ink,
a bloody knife used to harm.
Colors'll mix,
return the liquid to pen.
Leaves many stains,
to remind me to do it all over again.
YOU ARE READING
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoesíaThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
