sometimes i love the blood i bleed and sometimes i love my blade
i love the way my blood drips down my arm and the way i wince in pain
i feel loved because my blade has never hurt me like anyone has. I feel worthless
I will cut to deep hopefully i never wake up to see the next sunrise because i know
no one will ever come to fined me or care enough to stop me. My blood is my only
ecasape. I love the way it falls to the ground mixing with my salty tears.
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Blackness
Poetrya bunch of emo poems i came up with some self harm and depression be conchos
