sticks and stones
may break my bones
but cutting makes me bleed
the warm red blood
flows down my arm
just the relife I need
silver metal
that shines so bright
has become my only friend
so ill tear
my flesh apart
till the very end
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Sad thoughts for the saddest people
PoesíaThese are poems I have either written myself or found online. If there is a star (*) beside it I wrote it myself. WARNING SOME THINGS MAY BE TRIGGERING
