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.
The Blade
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.
