In my skin
Blood coming from them
Tears escaping my eyes
But I don't stop
One
Two
Three
I won't stop
Four
Five
Six
Don't want to stop
Seven
Eight
Nine
I don't need to stop
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
What is my life
What am I truly doing
I don't want to be like this
But, the pain, it feels so right
It's not like I'm doing something wrong
But I am doing something wrong, very wrong
Ripping my skin, tearing it apart, the very the flesh
It's not meant to be cut open, it's supposed to be closed
But I don't stop
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
They sting, not so much hurt
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
The sting, it's gone, I continue
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty one
There is no more pain
Twenty two
Twenty three
Twenty four
I don't want to stop
Twenty five
Twenty six
Twenty seven
But I do
I want to continue
But I don't
I drop my blade and cry
For how long?
No clue
However long I wanted
I did it for one reason
I wanted scars
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Poems
PoetryThank you for clicking on my story now go on read it. What? You want more information on it? Ok, this is a just a compilation of poems that if I ever feel like writing one I'll post it here. Some may be good, some may be bad, but it helps me become...
