The silver gleams on my skin,
before the metallic shine is dulled by crimson blood.
The trail drips down my chest,
down my leg,
and pools on the floor.
They told me I'll be fine,
that everyone loves me,
but it only made it worse.
It's too late now,
no turning back.
The knife is in my chest,
the note on my table,
and my life changes,
as the blade takes my soul.
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You're never alone...
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
