I'm alone
Bowing to the sink
Head on the hard stone
I'm on the brink
Arms in the basin
Blood and tears
Words so brazen
Randevous by the drain
Angelic Butterflies accompany me
I'm going insane
I tally my arms and wrists
They tried to save me
But with the many twists
Of a razor I'll let them take me
I'm of no use to anyone
Myself, especially.//
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9.17.14
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
