With death in her eyes,
she flipped out her blade.
Only moments before,
when she had found him.
He was so alive,
so tempting.
His golden eyes,
glinting in the sunlight.
She knew,
that she had to have him.
She ever so
cautiously walked to him.
She sat, started a conversation,
about knives.
She said she had one,
and pulled it out to show the man.
With death in her eyes,
she flipped out the blade.
All in one swift motion,
she turned and plunged the blade into his heart.
As she gazed at his golden eyes, she knew,
she must have them.
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Self-harm poems
PoetryPoems about sadness and self-harm and depression this is my first so yeah hope you guys like it .