The aim of this poem, was trying to carry emotion in a short amount of words:
I watch the blood trickle down my arm like wine
The feeling of pain feels so… divine?
I have never felt so alone
Carrying my shell
Flesh and bone
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The Abuse Poems
PoetryA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade
