Cuts,then blood,cuts,then blood
Everyday,I always make my happiness
With knives as friends
To fill up my cup of blood
Covering up the pieces
Of my mess
That all started
With wounds they imprinted
I felt like a nobody to them
Like I am not meant to be like "them"
Now,their slowly killing me
I don't belong here
As I walk back home
My sanity is dying
Slowly eating away my life
Now I only have myself for lying
Cuts,then blood,cuts,then blood
There is nothing to my life
My cup, filled with blood
Is already complete
I tried ryhming for this poem, and I kinda like it so I will continue writing like this to get used to it
I also haven't opened Wattpad in a while since I suddenly became obsessed with Youtube (lol)
I also got bitten by my dog since I slipped and now I'm starting to get used to needles
Also I have no poems to post right now(poems in the making)
Hope you enjoy!
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Poetry"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step" -Lao Tzu Welcome to Words of Inspiration, poems of different genres can be found here and some poems are inspired by something, requested, or a personal reflection of my life. Enjoy reading and...
