Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But cutting makes me bleed
The warm red liquid
Runs down my arm
It's just the relief I need
Silver metal
That shines so bright
Has become my only friend
So I'll tear
My flesh apart
Until the very end
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
ПоэзияDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!
