Blood pumps slowly through my veins
My eyes are bloodshot
Scars on my wrists
Blood on the knife
Is this really the way
To leave
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Ashes of My Mind
PoetrySome poems I wrote to have an outlet for expression. Basically just things I wish I could say.
Leaving
Blood pumps slowly through my veins
My eyes are bloodshot
Scars on my wrists
Blood on the knife
Is this really the way
To leave