i look at the dark lines on my arm, caressing then with such care.
more.
i brush over them lightly with my nails.
more.
i start to scratch until i turn red.
more.
i start to rip the skin as blood drops onto my bed.
MORE.
i grab my blade and drag it down further.
all this blood looks like i committed a murder.
I SAID MORE.
the blade deep inside.
blood spewing out from the sides.
for now, i am satisfied.
***
sorry for the gore.
alliaesun
YOU ARE READING
stay tuned.
Poetryim depressed and need a place to vent my thoughts. enjoy the journey in my mind. i hope you stay tuned for what's inside.
