I have never cutted,
But at that moment
A disturbing thought occured.
My thighs looked too white,
And as an every artist
I wondered should I pick up a brush
And paint them colors so bright
One would wonder,
Is that paint,
Or blood?
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
