I make myself bleed
To satisfy her need.
I'm numb from the pain
I don't think I'm quite sane.
My tears run down like light rain
The deeper the wound
The better the scar.
Blood runs black
I'm never coming back.
Silver laced with delicate red
Now it's time to rest my head
Just close the door,
You and I need not worry, any more.
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Poems & Short stories
PoetryA montage of many different poems and such. (I've found more of my work and decided to clean this up a bit and put it in "chapters" also I've edited the mistakes and a few grammar problems to make it more enjoyable for you) :) please enjoy. **Edit a...
