This nightly habit
Hurts me no more
But the first I remember
It hurt like a whore
The cops metal blade
Rubbed against my skin
Bringing my blood
Held from within
But alas a cure
Not a single one
But alas my life
Fuck it I'm done
YOU ARE READING
Poems I've Written In 2017
ПоэзияIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
