Beautiful lines.
Rolling down my wrist.
Rolling down my thighs.
These beautiful crimson lines.I tried so hard.
To ignore the callings.
But in the end.
I failed.Beautiful spots.
Burning on my arms.
Burning on my legs.
These beautiful hot spots.I wanted so hard.
To not worry them.
But in the end.
I failed.Beautiful ending.
Calling for me to come.
Calling for me to give in.
This beautiful easy ending.I know I want it.
To just leave.
But in the end.
I will fail.Because I always fail.
No matter what I do.
I. Always. Fail.
YOU ARE READING
in your feelings
PoetryTW!!!!! Mentions of s**f h**m, s***ide, read with caution! just some random poetry I like to write when I feel down. which is, basically, all the time. just some arts I draw whenever I feel like it. Highest rankings: 464 - alone 45 - feeling 22 - e...