Blank
This is probably one of my best poems. You should read and comment it…
I sit in my bed,
which is stained in red,
and look at the cuts,
that I dread,
I stare,
blankly without a care,
at where,
that blade has cut,
my mind is in a rut,
I wonder if the bleeding will stop,
or will this be the end,
and will all this pain mend,
suddenly my mind goes blank,
and I slip away,
hopefully not just for today.
which is stained in red,
and look at the cuts,
that I dread,
I stare,
blankly without a care,
at where,
that blade has cut,
my mind is in a rut,
I wonder if the bleeding will stop,
or will this be the end,
and will all this pain mend,
suddenly my mind goes blank,
and I slip away,
hopefully not just for today.
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