all that is left of me
lays scattered on the floor
in pools of liquid
in form of little metallic pieces mixed with despair
i lose every battle
but also winning every fight
i mean
when im fighting against myself
and im losing
there also must be a winner inside of me
right?
YOU ARE READING
shades of red
Poetry- im laying in my own blood + + + TW! self harm + + + a collection of poetry by violet merciless
