Rip red lines
Across my skin.
I care not
if it is a sin.
I love not for anyone
but merely for existence.
Slice my life open
and walk away such a distance.
Leave me alone
Tired and sad to die.
Before I jump I'll say to myself
Angels can fly.
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BSpoems' Poem Collection
PoésieI write poetry on my spare time and a friend told me that I should put them here. So, here you go!
