scars, bruises, sharp bones,
pink hand marks lie on
red arms.
skinny wrists, slit wrists,
little miss.wasted sits.
(alone.)
but then again,
perhaps
frayed friendship bracelets?
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
