Three vertical stripes of red
One more and i'll be dead
Black and white tights
To cover scars that show in light
Eyeliner stitches across my mouth
To symbolize this quiet shout
I see the world in black
No white to fight back
Hundreds of horizontal stripes in red
Not as bad as the thoughts in my head
I just want the world to see
Who i am, the real me
Never telling anyone that i need real stitches
Cutting has torn us apart, knife striped riches.
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A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)
PoetryMy poems. Read, comment, vote, whatever. <3 Warning: Most Contents Are Triggering.
