Swiftly and smoothly the blade glides across his skin.
How his heart bleeds out through his vein.
The silent tears were worth A thousand words, and A million thoughts that would remain unheard,
The blood that trickled down reflected the pain he had long hid.
He gave A gracious grin.
For he knew now that his link to life may ever so happily break.
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poetry of an emo
PoesíaSo this is some of my shit poetry. TW: mentions of suicide and death.