There's blood on my hands now,
And blood on my fists.
There's blood in my shower,
And blood on my hips.
All the blood drained
Will never be missed,
But blood never changes,
And neither will this.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
blood pt. 2
There's blood on my hands now,
And blood on my fists.
There's blood in my shower,
And blood on my hips.
All the blood drained
Will never be missed,
But blood never changes,
And neither will this.
