My nails scratched
I didn't want
To think too much
I clawed my arm
To pieces till
I tore skin open
My thoughts were gone
A new mark made
It stings so much
I did it to
Myself and I don't regret
A single thing.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
