Nothing here for me
Blood spilling from open wounds
I lie, dead and done
Hot red liquid flows
From innocent wrists and veins
Is this what you want?
How can there be hope
When no one believes in you
Why should I stay here?
Drifting and dreaming
Lost deep in my depression
I bleed from cut wrists
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poetry
Puisisome more random stuff i had to write for english, poems this time
