My hands itch for the blade
I don't need help
My wrists itch for the pain
I don't need help
My mind itches for the escape
I don't need help
My life itches for the end
I need help
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of my mind
PoetryThis is all my poetry that I am writing. It's almost all love and depression for now. It's all free-write poetry, not following any guidelines. I'm only thirteen so it's probably not very good but I wanted to share it with you.
