Bleeding Blood
This is just something I think you should read and leave some comments…
My life consists
but only exists
if I keep slitting my wrists’
I admit
blood flowing
I’m still not going
you can read but I’m not showing
death is near
only to write this poem
wishing you were hear
but only exists
if I keep slitting my wrists’
I admit
blood flowing
I’m still not going
you can read but I’m not showing
death is near
only to write this poem
wishing you were hear
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