As I pick up the blade, my eyes filled with hate.
It digs into skin, lines filling in.
Blood trickles down, with no sound.
Eyes filled with tears, sobs no one hears.
No one makes me stop, they make my mood drop.
Hiding the scars, I wanna move to Mars.
Away from this all, as my eyelids fall
YOU ARE READING
edgy poems lmao
PoetryHonestly sometimes I feel way too depressed and edgy and anxious so here. Have my problems
