The blade
Pireces my skin
Making the blood spill to the floor
The cuts on my arms
Now are scars
It feels good
Everything is getting blurry
My body falls to the floor
Skin turning pale
My life slips away
It was all because of the cuts
The blade
Pireces my skin
Making the blood spill to the floor
The cuts on my arms
Now are scars
It feels good
Everything is getting blurry
My body falls to the floor
Skin turning pale
My life slips away
It was all because of the cuts
Poetry