Red, thick blood
A sharpener without its blade,
Flowing freely like a flood,
Eventually it starts to fade
Open cut,
Closed cut,
New cut,
And white lines
"What is that?"
A planned lie
"It was just the cat,"
But it's just another till they die.
The sweetest smile,
But the saddest, dullest eyes
Another case in the doctors File,
Eyes filled with tears and a mouth full of lies.
Slit wrists,
Blood stains,
Clenched fists,
Outlined Veins.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems(probably not good)
PoetryPoems that I have written,They are probably not good, I just felt like putting this here...don't think this is going to be mature at all
