Poem tirubte to people who have been hurt, and finding cutting their only escape
-cries-
Blood was their drug
Pain was their release
With a razor in their hand
They couldn't care in the least
If the world was on fire
If their tears filled their room
The beads of blood hypnotized them
Running down their wrists
The tears they no longer cried
For them, their blood would weep.
Once again, the blade would be waiting at their feet.
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CRYING..TEARS..I FUCKING CAN'T
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Poems I found in Jamal's Room :(
PoetryI ask myself "Why did you leave me? Us? I miss you so much, me and Omar do..everyone on wattpad does" </3 quotes I found by Jamal, I never knew he wrote :'( Jamal considered everyone as his friend even if he never talked to them </3 I wish these poe...
