she cuts her wrists.
thin lines running
down,
across,
her pale skin.
and my heart
breaks
with every scar
she paints.
YOU ARE READING
the simplicity of a broken mind
Şiira girl with a broken mind and a broken soul it is nothing more; just broken. an anthology of short poems. pieces of my heart and my mind. ⋆✰☆✰⋆ ⌁ s: 8/20/17 ⌁ c: ? #84 in issues - 8/2/19
thin lines
she cuts her wrists.
thin lines running
down,
across,
her pale skin.
and my heart
breaks
with every scar
she paints.
