She covers her wrist
she keeps them hid
the fresh scars
and blood that drips
she crys at night
and rather fly
away from earth
or maybe its hell
she takes the blades
and feels the pumping
of her heart
as it finally
finally stops
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.
