Sticks and stones may break my bones but cutting makes me bleed.
The warm red liquid flows down my arm it's just the relief I need.
Silver metal that shines so bright has become my only friend.
So I'll tear my flesh apart until the very end.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
