is it bad that i dont feel bad at all
as my roman empire slowly fall
i understand what most humans dont
as i stand in my room alone, bareboned
my heartbeat again postponed
but everything i can i wont
i saught nothing but to feel
blood dripping soon became only real
my light flickered again and again
reminding me of what i caused to begin
blood covered my hands once more
mine, just from what pain i had bore.
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random cringy poetry
Poetrywarning may contain self harm eating disorder and other mature topics
