The brain contorts,
With every twist and slide,
Of the blade,
Relishing in the freeing pain,
Sighing while shaking,
Sobbing while smiling.
Oh, the blood,
Oh, the feeling,
Oh, the freedom,
Oh, the pain.
The thoughts change,
With every second the blade,
Remains against the skin,
Hating the pain,
Though living for the ache.
Sighing while shaking.
Sobbing while smiling.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
