She got a blade in her hand,
Ready to wound her self.
When she did,
Blood rolled down from her wrist.
She just wiped it,
Leaving some stains in her pale skin.
She then wondered..
"Will they see the blood I wiped out before they even saw what I did?"
She knew the answer, of course.
Nobody actually notices the stains and wounds,
Nobody actually cared,
Unless blood overflows.
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Sugar, Spice and Everything Slides
ПоэзияMaybe sliding is a happier term for falling from our greatest downfall; Love. Disclaimer: All poems and proses in this book is written by me. Any resemblance to other's work is purely coincedental. I did this out of frustration, lol.
