Tears are steaming,
Blood is flowing.
I cut my wrist;
I feel no pain.
I welcome the blade—
My only true friend.
The hurt in my heart,
It clouds my vision.
No one can save me—
Not anymore.
I used to rely on you,
Those little moments of truth.
You like whores,
but you will see,
How lucky you could be.
You like disease.
You could be happy,
Just staying with me.
It's all your fault.
I'm drowning now,
Drowning in pain.
I welcome my friend.
I welcome death.
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It's Nothing [BEING EDITED]
PoetryDelving into the darkest parts of my mind, It's Nothing has 100 poems not suited for the faint of heart. Mature subjects are played with, suggested, and explicitly stated.
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