You never really expect someone else to help you
You think you can make it on your own just like you’ve always done
You stay alone from everyone
Sitting with your knife
Watching the blood flow down your arm
It’s such a pretty sight
People see the cuts, the scratches, the dry blood
You shrug it off and walk away, like no damage has been done
You stay alone from everyone
Sitting with your knife
Watching the blood flow down your arm
Such a pretty sight
ESTÁS LEYENDO
An Ended Life
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
