I hate you enough
To watch you bleed
Drops of crimson pain
Trickling down your wrists
As you cry out
Your darkest wishes
Despair echoing
Through these empty rooms
The cold wind
Wrapping around your scarred skin
I hate you enough
To watch you die
—to me
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
