Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
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The Unwanted Feelings
PoetryIt's about human emotions and thoughts that comes to mind. A place to express ones feelings in words. Warning: may contain depressing things
