your words cut me like a knife
slice
slice
slice
the blood dripping down my arms
heavier than the tears
rolling down my face
please come back, i need you to make me feel okay
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
