when you cut,
your skin puffs,
red like cherries.
the blood spills out in a perfect dotted line.
it tingles and it burns
your body is hurting
but your mind is at peace
it feels so good
your mind begs for another please
one turns to two
two turns to four
four turns to eight
until you can't stop anymore
everyone else is happy
so why can't you be too?
the blood starts to drip
it rolls down your skin
and a smile appears on your lips
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
