The silver blade glistens in the light.
When the blood trickles it sends shivers down my spine.
At first it stings, but then becomes comforting.
As the warm numbness flows through my body.
Sometimes I draw, and sometimes I write,
And sometimes it's to keep quiet in the middle of the night.
Whatever the reason, I'll always clean up.
With peroxide, warm water, and a fake smile to cover up.
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My Poems ❤
PoetryI just thought this could be cute. The poems are terrible so please don't judge.
