A blade to her wrist,
a gleam in her eye.
No more would she have to deal with the lies.
Everyone hated her, everyday she'd cry.
All this time she's wanted to die.
No one to turn to, nothing inside.
She bites her lip and closes her eyes.
One knick at her wrist, it felt so right.
Ruby red drops breaking down her life,
Flinching as she looked, saw the damage made with her knife.
She forces the razor's tip deep down, splitting veins, her blood flowing in mounds.
Tears ran down her face, she couldn't be saved.
And now in life, she's lost her place.
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extremely short poems
PoetryThese are just a few of my many poems that I actually felt comfortable sharing. They aren't good quality at all but I wanted to post them.
