she laid on the cold hard floor,
her vision blurry,
breathing heavy.
she looked down at her hand,
her fingers feeling the strange, thick liquid on it.
she slowly lifted up her hand,,
her eyes looking at it,
a smile forming on her lips.
she whispered,
"oh look, I'm bleeding."
YOU ARE READING
d e a d g i r l /~/ p o e m s
Poetrypoems by a girl that wishes to kill herself but refuses to because she loves writing (and a boy). ~~~ original poems. don't steal from a dead girl please. -published on 16th April 2018.
