I stab the girl
Standing in front of me
And plunge the knife
Deep inside her
Piercing her heart
And staining my hands
And the knife
In her blood.
I look up
From my hands
In horror
As I stare
At the mirror
In front of me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
