I know my boyfriend wont like this one but I am going to write it anyways. The darker the poetry the better!
Feeling my flesh,
rip and tear beneath the pocket knife,
feeling the sattin red blood trickle down my arm,
and drip to the floor.
Watching the vains in my wrist,
as they swell.
Sky blue,
happiness is a pill.
Trembling,
shaking,
thinking,
of what could have been.
Slicing my flesh,
watching the blood rush,
like a raging,
river.
Feeling the sweat,
upon my brow,
gritting my teeth,
cursing under my breath.
It's all a horror story,
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