You apologize when you shouldn't,
It's not your fault.
Self-inflicted,
Scars on my skin.
Weaknesses
Bleeding out.
You didn't press the blade to my skin,
It's all my fault.
I don't want sympathy,
I want it to end.
Nobody really gets it.
I dont want to, but it helps.
I'm addicted.
Addicted to the pain.
Addicted to seeing my blood pour out.
Addicted to the blade.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written for about two years. Some are a lot more recent than that, and they cover a wide range of topics. If you don't want to read one, don't. They go in no particular order. Any comments and critiques would be ve...