All the colors are mixing into one
the red eyeliner I wore yesterday
turned my tears to blood
now the wrists are dripping with hate
swirling on my tongue and stuck in my brain
I let the cut get too deep
now I'm crying on my floor and bleeding at the seams
he kissed my scars and loved my dreams
but now hes gone
and im
nothing
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: ̗̀➛ Poetry: A Journey
Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
