So, guys I'm back with my new poetry.
This poetry can be a bit triggering for some readers as it about the addiction of self harm .
So if you're uncomfortable please leave it and don't read it.
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Bloodrips from the blade, down onto the floor,
The cutting eases the pain, she won't suffer anymore,
The blade is her best friend, it is the one that she trusts,
The one that she can turn to , if life ever becomes to much,
The blade rips through her skin, tearing into her flesh,
The one that she leans on, to whom she can confess,
All her secrets to, when life becomes to hard,
It protects her from all harm, for the blade it is her guard,
The anger piles up, builds up deep down inside,
She won't to let it out, so the blade she will confide,
Long colored t-shirt, to cover up her arm,
Cover up the bruises, cover her self-harm,
Cover up the anger, the tears, all the lies,
To fix her shattered heart, and stop her as she cries;
-Midnight poet
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Hey guys!!!
It's your author here.
Sorry, your author was sick so couldn't upload.
Again a quick reminder self-harm is an addiction. And I don't support it.
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PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
