BLADE
I see this blade, shining so bright
Glistening in the dim light
I have the urge, the urge to purge, to cut, to slash
I've been struggling
I've been stressed
Sometimes I don't even wanna get dressed.
Not gonna lie.
I honestly wanna die.
I just lie and cry and die inside..
I hide it well
Like the tide hides the sand.
Like the sun hides the moon.
The light hides the dark.
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...The Rest is History
Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
