She sits in the corner of the room
Her eyes hollow, nothing left
No emotion
Numbness
She takes out the blade
Brings it across her scarred wrist
No emotion
Numbness
The cuts take away the real pain
Her blood trickles down her wrist
No emotion
Numbness
She hides her scars
From the rest of the world
No emotion
Numbness
She feels nothing anymore
She is swallowed by the blackness
No emotion
Gone.
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This Is Me (Poetry)
PoetrySome of these poem's are personal poems and mean something to me. Others are poems that I have been inspired to write and don't apply to me. I tend to write sad poems. But occasionally there's a happy one.
