12 March, 2021
--------------------------------------Her soul has became dark
Her wrist red stained
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paintsThe scars fades
but the pains ain't
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paintsYou think she's cold
But the reason hides behind the sleeves
she doesn't foldPain after pain
You don't know she's crying
You don't care enough
So she keeps lyingCut after cut
You don't know how much it's hurting
She knows she can't stop
But she keeps tryingAfter cutting so many times
The familiar pain fades away
She has so much to say
She begs for the pain to stayShe cuts deeper
Doesn't care if she faints
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paintsBecause of her addiction for red
She finally ends up dead
She will no longer love the pretty pictures
That she used to paint
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LIFE [Poetry]
Поезія[A book of poems or quotes written by me] [Mostly sad] ⚠ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⚠ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ, sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ, sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ⚠ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ⚠ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴇs ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ s...