I cut over and over again,
Yet I feel no pain,
Then again once I see,
The crimson blood set free.
No-one understands me,
They never let me be,
My eye are filled with pain,
Over and over again.
The blood drips down,
The colour if a classic ball gown,
Flesh so raw,
It look like it's been scratched by a claw.
Not all scars are visible,
And not all of them are fixable,
All my emotions stored away,
Then I slowly start to fade away.
Depression, don't we all hate it,
It takes our happiness bit by bit,
It can't be fixed over night,
But one day you'll see the light.
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One Girl and Her Poems
PoetryThese are different poems or writing pieces that I have written in the past and stuff which I have recently written. I have written all of these by myself, so please don't copyright or plagiarise.
