Laying here,
On my cold metal bed,
Shackled here,
With a bloody knife in my hand,
Counting my new scars,
Screaming at the burning pain,
In my heart,
In my soul,
There's nothing I can do,
But sit here,
And waste away.
I hope,
That you weren't disturbed,
I feel a lot better,
Now I can smile.
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PoetryI've been on Wattpad several years now. With about 23 collections, each one just as unique or romantic or utterly insane as I am. And it started with this. So please, read, comment, enjoy.
