tiny cuts tiny cuts
so small you can barely see.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
insignificant, hardly there.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
almost justifiable.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
like a lining on my hand.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
maybe thousands by now.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
they don't hurt, I lie.
tiny cuts tiny cuts
creeping up my arms
tiny cuts tiny cuts
covering my limbs
I can't move they ache too much
stinging.
they sting me,
the pain, sharp
but It's okay.
You can't see them.
they're too small
YOU ARE READING
poetry dump
Poetryjust some poems i wrote ages ago in a semi chronological order mentions of sad stuff i guess
