Your tongue turned into knives
And your eyes turned yellow
With your hand on my neck
I choked out my love
I didn't even dent you
But you shattered me anyways
Now I'm at the bottom and it's dark and cold
I slid the silver across my skin
Four times
Little ones
But they still bled
It made me feel clear
And amongst all my hurricanes
Silver became a friend again
Someone who I'll keep on me
So I can bleed
And feel alright.
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Desolation boy 3 - help me
PoetryThis one is for the ones who don't feel like they exist. And the ones who never get a break from pain. All poems are from my head, heart, soul and personal experiences 🛑TRIGGER WARNING🛑
