My wrist burns yet I do not scream in pain
All I can do is stare as I feel no pain
Blood stains the counter
The cold air burns my open wounds
I do not know and yet I did
Maybe I'm angry at myself or maybe the world
But there's no going back once you make your first wound
These scars may fade away but they'll never heal completely
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PoetryPoems written by me, don't really got a cover atm. Poems can be interpreted differently. My opinions are my business so don't judge me bassed off how you interpret my poem. Ima publish my poems whenever I write them and think they're good enough to...
