at some point
after so many cuts
and so much blood
you begin to wonder
what you did to deserve it
what karma you must've obtained
what heinous sin you committed
you know it's ridiculous
but you still you wonder
why the whole world
wants to cut you open
—I'm constantly a victim
and it makes me sick
YOU ARE READING
thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
