A/N kinda an iffy poem not my best but I'm tired and haven't written for a while. Sue me.
The blade slices across my skin.
Leaving long bloody red lines.
The sting it brings mixing with pleasure.
So good and bad, it shines.
The blade so sharp, it's razor edge.
Cuts deep into my soul.
I leave plenty of scars hidden,
Deep within a black hole.
The blade so alluring and deceiving.
It follows you everywhere you go.
It forces you to do bad things.
Things nobody should know.
The blade coated in your own red blood.
The decision is up to you.
Will you feed the hungry dragon?
Or slay it before you die too?
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
