The blade
In her hand,
Ready
To cut
Deep into the warm flesh
Of her arm.
She was hurt
So bad
She found herself
In a world
Trapped
Within
Herself.
She cuts.
She bleeds.
She dies.
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Poetry
PoetrySo a couple of days ago, my friends and I were talking,and we got into poetry. I wrote down a really good poem, so I thought I would write some on Wattpad. These are quite sad though, so please bare that in mind.
