I want to drown myself.
In a pool of my own blood.
Just because.
Just because.
It seems peaceful,
At least, to me.
An end to my constant continuity.
I'm sick of myself,
Of my existence.
My appearance.
My personality.
I'm sick of everything about me.
Why am I still holding on?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
