My scars run deep.
Memories of pain etched
Where the metal kisses skin.
Even though the pain
Doesn't seep,
The guilt flows heavy
With the red waves
And shame wraps it's arms
Around me like a blanket
As I stand gripping the razor
Willing the world to just
Stop
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poems of a lonely girl
PoetryJust a collection of poems all written by me about words and thoughts I will never be able to verbalize. There will be no consistency with updates, it just depends on when I write a new poem that I want to share. Please be respectful. All of this wi...
