So the next poem is about self harm. If you don't like that stuff then PLEASE DO NOT read just go to the next poem.
The blade that was on your bloody skin,
Was finally done with it's job.
You wish you never quit because it was half of you.
But you keep keep on wondering why it stopped,
Was it because you had bulletproof skin?
Or was it because you were tired of the same old blood?
No matter what it was,
You never touched it again!
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True Emotions
PoetryThese are a bunch of random poems that I'm writing Most of them are on the emotions that I feel Some can be terrible so I'm truely sorry If you like my poetry then you can message me if you want me to write one just for you
