Being a science major in high school …..its hard….i cut but i know im anaemic ……i dont eat even i know i may get an ulcer …i pass out at nights because i am so weak yet still i do this every day …
Enough of my confusion….the next poem name is Words.
Scars around your body
Blood flowing from your heart
to your vein through your skin
Splint in two by the red ***
Bruises internally . each word they said
scars your soul to hate this day
Words of regret, Words of mistakes
Words to make you not want to see another day
Knife to your heart, Blade to your soul
The last breath leaves like a soundless echo
A shock bring you back
And then you see, this was all a dream
But now the real nightmare begins.
Hope someone like it 🙂
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@sbkstep43 Sounds nice! 🙂
Thanks love xoxo