She spends her nights having wrists have sex with blades
And believing in a lie that the mirror says
The cuts on her skin spell out "emo"
Crying mascara as her eyes bleed black
She covers her scars and doesn't post them
Because unlike the rest she's not seeking attention
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Red & Black
PoetrySix poems, each with six lines. Literally written in red and black hence the name of this short collection. Enjoy fellow readers.
