I'm torn inside,
You're hand touches mine,
I can't decide,
Yet the blade looks more inviting.
I rip my hand from yours,
Take the blade up in my hand,
Press it into my thin flesh,
And let the pain drip away.
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My Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoetry...it comes from inside, not from my mind...it comes from my heart, it's the way I express my emotion...not all of these poems will make sense, not all of the poems will be good, but they'll all hold a part of me...Hope you enjoy.
