127 cuts.
Deep, bleeding, red.
My gift to you,
Oh queen of uncaring.
But you are not pleased.
You wish me to smile while I bleed.
YOU ARE READING
Short and Bittersweets
RandomShort poems. No more than 8 lines long. Fragments of thought really. Pretty words for the sake of pretty words.
Little cuts
127 cuts.
Deep, bleeding, red.
My gift to you,
Oh queen of uncaring.
But you are not pleased.
You wish me to smile while I bleed.
