Sadness
Flows through
My veins
Like my blood
Red and dark
The
Thick liquid
Drips out
Of the cuts in my wrists
Slowly
As if waiting for me to feel the pain
My joy is like my sanity
Slowly leaving
As I become what is a shell
Of the person I once was
YOU ARE READING
The silent screams of hollow children
PoesíaBook of my emotions and vents in poetry form Not for the easily triggered
