These scars on my wrist
Marks where my life hit a twist.
I didn't know what to do
That is, until I found you.
The blade that sliced my wrist
Was my best friend.
And the scars that where left
Marked a theft.
A theif stole what little I felt
And whipped it out of me with his belt.
I wish I could've found another way
Maybe if I hadn't stayed.
But now I see my future is clear
Smoking weed and drinking beer.
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Random Poems
PoetryThese are just some of the poems that I've written. Read them or don't. Doesn't really matter.
