Little droplets of
Red tears
Form on my thighs
Defeating my pathetic efforts
To contain them
I beg them to stop
But my cuts keep crying
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
Red Tears
Little droplets of
Red tears
Form on my thighs
Defeating my pathetic efforts
To contain them
I beg them to stop
But my cuts keep crying
