Poems from 444em444
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four?
The blood started to drip but of course I went for more
Losing count is something that happens often
I...
I'm not the same person I was before
He didn't listen to me when i said no more
I was just something he couldn't resist
Seriously that...
I sit on the floor
Sprawled out is my externalized depression...
Put the blunt to his lips
Cigarette burns on his hips
White clouds fill the room
This is practically sealing his doom
Anything to make the...