Drip, drip, drip
The blood slides down your arms
Your bloodstained skin
Reaks of a metallic smell
A pool of blood forms around you
Your tears fall on your scars
The tears make them burn
But you don't care
The pain is what you want
To let go of the pain of the emotions
The blood continues to flow
Drip, drip, drip
YOU ARE READING
Poems
شِعرPoems about sadness, brokenhearts, loneliness, pain and sorrow. Also maybe some occasional love poems. Cover by: @grammatically
