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Poetry

Here I will be writing a bunch of random poems. Read them, or don't. I don't care. But I do appreciate each and every read you guys give me. :)

Blades

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by Bea1113

by Bea1113

Glistening red,

I'm almost dead,

Your words,

They did this to me.

Without a glow,

Cold as snow,

My stomach begins to heave.

I wanted it to end,

As every friend,

They abandoned me,

They didn't care that I bled,

Even though they could clearly see.

I guess it doesn't matter how much I bleed,

How much I wished to die,

Because once I go,

No one will know,

They'll pretend to not see.