She knew those blades were dangerous
So she turned the other way.
She wanted to ease her pain
But how can she do so quietly?
She can always use a flame -
Just blame it on her cooking
She can always scratch -
Blame it on the cat
She can always smoke -
Die from inside out
She'll find a way to drown her sorrows
There they are, at the bottom of a bottle
One more step and you'll fall
Darling, you won't feel a thing
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
