TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
bracelets cover her wrists
and I can't help but wonder
what is hiding behind
that smile of hers
i'm slowly growing a collection
of friendships and broken promises
to carry on my wrist
scars and scabs
and tear soaked words
falling with a thud
from my cold chapped lips
I count the scars
as if counting stars
connecting each reason why
to form a constellation
that screams that everyone
help
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Spilled Ink
PoesieThis is just a collections of my thoughts in the form of poetry I guess. It's mostly freestyle. Please give it a read. some pos may be triggering and will state the warning above said poems.
