When its night
And i'm all alone,
My room is dark
And i'm at home.
I'll sit and think,
All through the night,
About those blades
That control my life.
Where should I cut,
What should I do,
So people wont see
Especially you.
They're on my feet,
On my hand.
The most insight places
Someone could understand.
They're hidden insight
And if you ask,
"I don't know how I got that"
"Oh it was just the cat"
So ill sit there crying,
In my home,
In a dark empty room
All alone.
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Ink (Trigger Warning)
PoetryPoetry written by me. Inspiration found in everyday life continues to spark ideas for my poems, if anyone reading this has any poetry please tell me I would love to read it. Top ranking: #11 in poems
