Not a Poem
I curl up on the floor
and a tear rolls down my cheek.
I wipe it away
'Cause this is Not a Poem
My emotions bottled up
Drop by painful drop
It begins to overflow
'Cuase this is Not a Poem
The razor across my arm
Red on white
Warm and sticky liquid
'Cause this is Not a Poem
I try to stand
and fall again
Hitting the cool floor
'Cause this is Not a Poem
My breath is ragged
My face gone pale
And my words fail me
'Cause this is Not a Poem
I write this now
Ignore the blood stains
As I am too weak to wipe them away
Because this is Not a Poem
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of an Insecure Girl.
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote while on my poetry binge. Some of them will be a tad on the sd side but look at the title. You knew what you were getting yourself in to :)
