Blood printed on the inside of your jeans,
crossing over the perfect seams,
spraying with vanish marks well hid,
snapping shut the wash bin lid,
but still some are spoiled, stained and un saved,
ruining your clothes, destruction self made,
tainted material with blood run dry,
far worse than the marks of a tear once cried,
soaked deep into the fabric thread,
undressing at all a private dread,
hoping soon you'll end up dead
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Self harm poems
PoesieJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
