I am home,
In my bathroom all alone
I sit on the floor
As my tears continue to pour
So does the blood from my wrist
As it continues to drips.
I watched the tiles get stained
As the memories rise and fade
I soon see the black dots
In hell I shall rot.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
