A smile etched on my face like a painting
My heart covered up and locked up in a castle of pain
My mind producing thoughts of sadness
My soul broken down into a million pieces
My body is cut up and bruised with the scars of my past and present
My wrist bleed out pain and paint a dark red picture on the floor
my blade cutting beautiful marks into me like a carving
YOU ARE READING
Sad story's and writings
PoesíaThis is just stuff I write down when depression hits
