A blade in hand,
I'm off in my own land.
No feeling,
As I sit here kneeling.
Covered in my own blood,
A rivers flood.
A picture on my wrist,
A razor blade's kiss.
A broken heart,
This is my art.
Crushed dreams
Midnight screams.
Broken wings,
The angle sings,
No freedom for me,
No where to flee.
Chained to the darkness,
A demented Goddess.
Come to punish me,
I beg, just let me be.
But no peace,
My pain will not crease.
I must suffer an eternity.
Deservedly.
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Reflective Poetry
PoetryA bit poetry from my youth. Trigger warning for self depreciation and self harm. I know I could rewrite and edit these to be better now, but I like having something to see where I've come from. See the progress I've made. Eventually I'll reorder the...
