| My Self-Harm Poetry |
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Gold Blood My blood flows gold, My heart pumps black, What can I do, To bring my life back? My scars scream red, My veins plead cut, Once you're there, There's no way back. My body it aches, My eyes flutter closed, I slump on the floor, Away the pain goes. The sparkle is gone, There is no way to fight, It stole my soul, I can't find the light. 13th Of August 2000 |
Bloodstains Bloodstains on my carpet, Bloodstains on my hands, Bloodstains all around me, Worn into the ground. Bright red screams and, Blood red wounds, Blood dripping on the floor. Will the stains ever disappear? The bloodstains on my door. 8th Of October 2000 |
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