Poems from Tulisydän
I'm actually fine, but from my poems you could easily misunderstand. They're more about my past, so there's no need to worry.
I like blood. It looks so royal. It comes out like an army of ants when I make a hole in the nest. I want it all to come out. I want the...
Oh, the pain.
It comes back again.
It doesn't want to leave, it wants to stay.
Although I tell it to go away.
Oh, how it hurts.
In the...
"You're fine."
"Well, you are smiling."
"You can't be hurting, you're not bleeding."
But.
What if I'm smiling just to cover up the pain?...
Everybody lies sometimes. Right? I'm not the only one. It doesn't matter if you lie sometimes. My lie isn't even a big one. Crap. I did it...