The blood leaks down,
Spattering.
The knife no longer clean.
Her tears.
Falling upon the ground.
Watching as water and blood mix.
Waiting, wondering.
Pain
Inside and out.
It never goes away,
it's gotten so bad.
even her demons are trying to make her stay.
The knife cuts deep,
but life cuts deeper.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
