Everyone has problems
Every problem can be solved
Sometimes you take the best option
Sometimes you take the worst one
Mine's a cold and silver metal
That rip my skin apart,
There are dots of a red liquid
Call blood and that tastes bad.
My heart is hoping I'll live,
My mind's wishing I die.
That little sharp thing
Can make it all change.
And, if I live,
I'll have a thousand scars.
But, if I die,
Then it would be so fine.
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Hey guys! I'm very excited. This is the first book I write, I hope you like my poems. I will be updating daily, hopefully.
That's it, for now. ❤
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