the razor cuts with such ease
the blood flows down past my knees
my thighs cut deep
maybe i wont wake up from this sleep
i feel my stress flowout
i have feelings i dont know about
the feeling of abandonment or being alone
hearing my own pain filled groan
these cuts make me feel alive
but at the same time im loosing my drive
my drive to stay around
i am and forever will be death bound
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Puisithis will be a bunch of poems i write they are normally sad and kinda short
