The blood runs down,
And spells out your name,
As the razor falls down,
I cry out in pain.
Needing stitches for the cuts in my wrist,
And the bleeding in my heart.
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My poems
FantasiaThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
Stitches
The blood runs down,
And spells out your name,
As the razor falls down,
I cry out in pain.
Needing stitches for the cuts in my wrist,
And the bleeding in my heart.
