I sit on the floor,
Because it doesn't matter anymore.
Nothing matters anymore
.
Because I am dead inside.
I look at my arm,
With the razor again, so I can...
Begin again.
And there is nothing I can do;
But I have no regrets.
Because there is nothing I didn't want to do.
First, there was nothing
Second, there was pain and pleasure
And at last, there was blood.
Rich, beautiful, crimson...blood.
I smile to myself;
Enjoying the pain,
Enjoying what it does to me, how the skin is my snip-it.
I grin to myself:
Enjoying the misery
Enjoying what it does to me,
For it is my dirty little secret.
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Ugly Girl
Poetry"Show me the darkness, show me dark. Show me the lightness, show me the light." - Sophie Louise Captivating, addictive, deadly and powerful as Poetry captures the highs and lows of human nature, Sophie Louise delivers to you sentimental poems of h...
