my skin is covered in blood
i can't tell which is mine
and which is theirs
it all mixes
i forgot how to bleed
i forgot how to think
whom taught you these things
their memories overwhelm my own
i cannot remember who i am
nor can i remember
whom taught me these things
my skin is covered in blood
and for once,
i think it's my own...
-mw
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mw thoughts - poetry
Puisitw: this poetry collection will include mentions of self harm, drugs, addiction, death, suicide, sex, love, religion, etc. please proceed with caution.
