Longer, deeper, shakier lines
Running across my arms
Fucking worthless repeating
Like a mantra in my head
Nobody cares about you
Coursing through my veins
Like cancerous poison
Every day I'm still alive
Just one more step
The voices urge
As I stand on the edge of a cliff
It's getting worse
But no one knows
If they knew about these scars
On my wrists
On my heart, soul, and mind
If they could see what's inside my head
Would I still just be
The girl with the colourful hair
Who usually wears giant sweatshirts
Would they accept me
Now that they know
Why I wear those sweatshirts
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...
