drawings cover the walls
of my bright green tomb
more commonly known
as my bedroom
sitting there
day in and day out
all of this
makes me want to shout
but instead of noise
i take a blade to my arms
self hatred
leads to self harm
scars start to cover
what once was clean
once again entering
some hazy dream
of blood
so much blood
too much to cover
stumbling around
trying to find my mother
she gasps in horror
as i pass out
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Poetry
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