Dedicated to skinnywords for being nice and voting. Thank you!
Note: to all those who cut and to all those who've thought of it. This is for you...
i cut my skin and winced
at the blood oozing out
but you only held my wrist
and said: "you see blood
but i see the stars
the planets
the moon
don't let go of the sky within
you. preserve it".
- reminisced by the suicidal boy, Heath
YOU ARE READING
Shades Of You
Poetry" a carefully trapped universe, retrieved from poetic souls, spilled out in the form of ink " *** [ lowercase intended ]
