She lets the blade slip out of her fingertips,stares emotionless while the cool liquid touches her icy lips
But she dare not let a droplet spill when replacing the bottle with a lonesome pill
Instead,her veins run dry as she welcomes the darkness,preparing to die
YOU ARE READING
Jaded
PoetryMy poetry sometimes these thoughts flow thoughts that represent our moods anger,depression,heartbreak,joy,love,hapiness but little do we know it is a reflection of our past,our present and our future and this is my reflection.
