I made it out with intact wrists
But at what cost?
The cost of
Cutted hips
Slashed thighs
And tried dry,
Burning eyes.
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
Poem 98
I made it out with intact wrists
But at what cost?
The cost of
Cutted hips
Slashed thighs
And tried dry,
Burning eyes.
