Crimson runs down her arm
She's doing a little thing called self harm
Fiery emotions build up inside
She's gotta let these out before they explode
But who can she confide in?
Who can she trust with these emotions?
The silver blade is who she trusts
Who she confides in
The one she turns to when things get to much
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
She can't take this anymore
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
More
She watches the blood drip to the floor
This blood causes so much pain
This blood makes a beautiful stain
It feels so good
Not like it should
This happens more then She thought it would
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
She can't take this anymore
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
More
Watch the blood splash to the floor
Long sleeved shirts
To hide her pain
To hide the scars
To hide what she did last night......
-Sam-
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At War With Myself
PoetryThis book is just a collect of poems, quotes, song lyrics, etc. I don't write all of them and I do not claim responsibly for all of them. Anyways ENJOY!
