POOR NAIVE, LITTLE ME
Drip
Drip
The Blood ran down my leg
My shoulders are full of little white lines
that my tan makes it hard to see
I cut and cut
again and again
criss crossing across my knees.
I want little white marks all over my body
for the whole cruel world to see
While I scream and shout
and grab my head
Making all the evil see
Exactly what they've done
To poor, naive little me.
YOU ARE READING
The Voices In My Head
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me
