POOR NAIVE, LITTLE ME
Drip
Drip
The Blood ran down my legMy shoulders are full of little white lines
that my tan makes it hard to seeI cut and cut
again and again
criss crossing across my knees.I want little white marks all over my body
for the whole cruel world to seeWhile I scream and shout
and grab my head
Making all the evil seeExactly what they've done
To poor, naive little me.
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The Voices In My Head
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me