lots of blood
just drips from my wound
the pain comes
from my vein
it's holds all my pain
and my shame
of being who i am in this way
why can't i just change?
to just disappear from this place
but it's to late
i hate
my ways
YOU ARE READING
self-harming
Poetryplease just hear me out listen to my heart saying it loud and proud this who we are (please tell me what you think)
