Ummm.... Depressing?
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Blood and tears.
Blood and tears,
Streaking down my face.
Blood and tears,
These memories I can't erase.
Stumbling through this life.
Making decisions
Not thinking twice.
Is this really what I wanted to do?
Is this really what I've come to?
A small razor in my hand.
It's takes me to a happy land.
Pure bliss-
As I slide the razor across my wrists.
Not one tear shed.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm better dead.
An emotionless mask.
I refuse to answer the question everyone asks.
Look at me.
Do I seem ok.
Look at my wrists.
I do this everyday.
The reason behind my pain.
Is the fact that blood still runs through my veins.
The fact that you not here today.
Do I fucking seem ok.
No I don't actually trust you.
That was lost some time ago.
No I don't actually like you.
But pretending is better than being alone.
YOU ARE READING
My poems.
PoesíaThis is a bunch of poems that I've written. Mostly about things that I've gone through. Based on memories and stuff like that. Please fan and comment :)
