The red
I'm tired and alone feeling emptiness in the time of despair.
I watch at the blade falls to the ground realizing what I've down.
The red trembling down my arm I look at the red and just think wow how amazing it looks.
Feeling the warm tingling sensation on my arms feels deliteful but knowing what I've done is wrong.
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Theonewho'ssad
Every day when I was a little kid I was physically and mentally abused even now it continues but through poetry i can relive my pain and let go for a little bit.
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