Long sleeves in eighty degrees,
Hidden pain avoiding blame,
Fake smiles learn to hide
Angry red lines.
Time for help from up on the shelf,
Grab the box and open the locks.
Shiny blades in a row make
Angry red lines.
Tears fall down and hit the ground,
Regret sets in but it's too late.
"Why did I make those
Angry red lines?"
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Poem Book
Poesíahey. sometimes i write poems when i'm bored or sad. these are my poems. *dun dun* ;P A/N: if you are depressed or suicidal please stay away from the trigger warning chapters and if you want someone to talk to send me a message.
