As it flows, down my arm
Watch it pour
To the floor
I take my final breath. smiling
Now greeting death
She was better, yes thats true
But whats my point?
I'm here without you
We were going to stay strong
and it didn't even last long
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoesiPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
