My eyes
they pour
with fresh
wet tears
my wrist
they drip
with fresh
thick
blood
my eyes
they close
with death
ón my mind
its finally
happing
im finally dying
YOU ARE READING
My escape from reality
PoetryWhen im bored I write poems so enjoy.xx **UPDATED, AS OF 12/30/2020..** I have been inactive on this account since 2015. These poems I wrote when I was 12-14 years old. My poems in this collection can be triggering to some.
