Her eyes
their dry
of salty
moist tears
her wrist
they drip
of blood
from sadness
from years
shes done
she said
before she could
even try,
she says she
wants to go
home
for one
they say
suicidal people
are just
angels
who need to
go home
YOU ARE READING
My escape from reality
PoesíaWhen 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.
