Again...
That makes 280
Even deeper 🙂
I put the entire edge on my leg and jerked it across
I could see some whitish fat this time
The blood ran down my leg
...I've missed that feeling
I'm supposed to give it to Molly tomorrow
This was my last goodbye
To this blade at least...
I held it in my hands before I did it
Turned it over and over in my fingers
Lightly ran the sharp tip over my skin
I don't think I'll tell anyone about these...
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My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*