I pick up a knife
I put it against my skin
I slice it
The beautiful art
The beauty
The burning
The pain
The blood
The feeling of the slice
The perfect line
Now i have something on me
Thats actually perfect
I dont deserve to live
Not anymore
Hopefully one day
I hit the wrong vain...
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
