***trigger warning***
The sink is leaking
Just like the drips of my blood
Once the blade goes in
Drops fall from my skin
Finally I feel alive
if I go a little deeper
Maybe this pain will be terminated
It's a warm and cold feeling
The rush comes to an end
It's getting messy
I have to clean the wound now
My tears have stopped
Now finally I can go to my bed and lay
Feeling dead in my grave
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoésieA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
