I don't know why I feel this way.
But right now I want to carve my vains out.
Want to hold them in my hand.
See the blood that pumps through them, prove to me I'm still alive.
I want to carve a masterpiece into my skin,
Only some will understand my art work.
Only some will see the beauty,
That there's something beautiful in pain.
It's ability to make you relate,
Make you feel so deeply.
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Poems
PoetryThese are some of my favorite of my poems. The ones I put the most into and I love the most. Vote/comment let me know what you think.
